Sheen by The Low Life

"A bounty hunter's life is free of attachments. No friends, no enemies. Only allies and adversaries."

That was supposed to be the rule, Jango told himself. Friends were dangerous. They could lie to you, manipulate you, betray you. In many ways, they were more dangerous to have than enemies. It was ironic, really. 'Zam's betrayed me before' Jango thought, 'She'd have no trouble doing it again.'

'But that had been a mistake,' the more optimistic part of him thought, 'She was scared. It wasn't her fault she couldn't think clearly.'

'You don't even know if she even cares about you. For all you know, she's already forgotten about you.' His predominant negative side interrupted.

His finger hovered over the keypad of the comlink for a few more moments, before his indecision finally wore out. A few punched numbers later, he began, "Zam, it's Jango…"