Chapter Two
Followed
1832 hours (6:32 pm, Cornerian standard time)
February 5, 26 ALW (After Lylat War)
Planet Kew, Detrymin City
Krystal walked aimlessly through Detrymin's streets, her mind wandering as much as she herself was. When she told Abbas she was going out, she had no idea where she was going. It wasn't that she didn't know her way around or anything, she just felt like wandering. Though she let her mind drift, she knew that this was a recipe for disaster. She had to keep her guard up in such a dangerous city like Detrymin.
Krystal shook herself out of her trance. Maybe she should have gone to the suite and slept an hour or two. Krystal sighed. She looked around her. The streets were crawling with locals. Kew was melting pot of different species. It wasn't the kind of place you wanted to settle down on, unless you liked taking risks each and every day of your life.
Most of Kew population came about when the four mining companies were established. The four companies were always eager to hand out jobs to anyone who would work. Most people who lived here on Kew were poor any way, so when the mining companies came to Kew, job offers were being made to the population.
Most people who lived here and worked for any of the four companies were most likely working in the mines. Krystal wasn't an expert on the subject, but she would have to guess that the companies provided very good benefits if you worked for them, especially the Cornerian Central Mining. They had been known to provide there workers with very decent workers benefits.
This could only be achieved because the Cornerian economy was doing so well. Considering the sheer amount of damage the Anglar forces had inflicted on Corneria alone, it was a miracle that the economy was the way it was today. Kew was a large part of that, so the planet was more important the most people gave it credit for.
As she continued to walk down a cracked concrete sidewalk, her ears perked up at a low growling sound she barely heard. She turned her head in every direction. There wasn't anyone around her at the time she heard it. She listed carefully and waited to see if the sound would come again.
It did. It lasted a total of two seconds. Krystal knew now what it was, and now that she knew she felt stupid that she got herself worked up about it. Her stomach let out a third low growl, a bit louder than the last. Krystal sighed. She hadn't realized her own body's needs because she had been so lost in her thoughts. She figured that she should eat something and head back to the Royal Dragon and get some sleep.
She looked around for any place that looked like it served food. She knew she probably would have been better off eating at the Dragon where she knew the food would be safe to eat, but at this point she didn't care. She was hungry and she wanted food, even if it killed her. As she looked she came across an elderly chocolate lab who was on the ground looking for something. As she began to approach him she just happened to glance at the ground and saw a pair of large glasses lying on the ground.
She bent over to grab them when she heard the old man say, "Excuse me ma'am but it seems that this clumsy old dog has dropped his glasses. Would you mind helping me out?"
Krystal smiled gently and offered a hand to help the man up. He looked confused at first, probably because he saw Krystal as a blue blur in his eyes, but then he relized her intensions and took her hand. As he pushed his weight up with his frail, skinny legs, Krystal pulled with her arms until he was on his feet.
"Thank you," he said letting go of her hand and returning it to a cane he had at his side. "Now if I could find my glasses then-" Krystal slid the spectacles onto the bridge of his nose. With that the man's face lit up and gave Krystal a friendly smile.
"Well then, it looks like I owe you a favor my dear," the old lab said with much enthusiasm.
"Oh please no. It was nothing, really," Krystal said.
"Hmmm…," the old man tuned looking hard at Krystal's face, "your not from around here are you miss?"
Krystal stammered, "Um N-no I'm not. Why do you ask?"
"Because nobody from around here would have stopped to help an elderly man and show as much kindness as you have to me." The old mans smile grew even bigger, his white beard shifting to accommodate the smile.
This sort of threw Krystal off. She had forgotten where she was. It was a good thing that it was Krystal who had found her instead some thug who would've beat the old man to a bloody pulp just for the fun of it. Krystal scratched the back of her head a chuckled, "Oh your welcome, but it was really nothing. I'm just doing what's right."
The man's smile never left his face. "Even so, there must be something that this old lab can do for you."
Krystal was about to tell him again to not worry, but then her stomach let out a loud growl. Krystal's eyes widened and her face blushed underneath her fur. The lab let out a loud laugh and said, "Well there's no denying your stomach my dear. Sounds like you haven't eaten in awhile."
Krystal gave him an embarrassed grin, "Well actually I am a bit hungry. If you could please point out the nearest diner I would appreciate it."
The old lab cocked a brow and laughed. "A diner? Hah! There will be no need for that my dear. Please let me repay your kindness by cooking some real food. I insist!" Krystal was about to decline his offer, but before she could even get the words out of her mouth the lab took her hand and pulled at her to follow him, never once losing the kind and gentle smile from his face.
She couldn't say no to that. "Well… ok, but only because your being so insistent," Krystal said.
"Excellent, excellent," the old lab barked joyfully, "You shall not be disappointed my dear. Oh!" He stopped and faced her. "I'm so sorry my girl. I forgot to introduce myself, how rude of me. My name is Jean Alexander. And who do I owe the pleasure of cooking for today?"
She laughed, seeing as she had not introduced herself either, "My name is Kry-" She stopped in mid sentence. What are you doing, her thoughts screamed at her in her mind, you're on an undercover mission to expose and catch a crime lord. You can't afford to expose yourself otherwise it could attract a lot of attention. Better go with your cover name just to be safe.
"Oh I'm sorry. My mind went blank for a moment. My name is Kur-" Her conscience once again stopped her. WAIT! No, no, no! I can't say 'I'm Kursed'! If I say that to him, he might drop dead from shock and fear! I mean I don't want to scare the poor man to death! Oooohhh! What do I say! What do I do!
Mr. Alexander gave Krystal a confused look, "Are you alright Miss?"
Krystal's mind raced! For some reason, something her father had said to her when she was young came to mind.
"Krystal, do you know what the core of honor is?" He asked her once.
"Hmm… is it trust, father?" She replied.
He smiled at her and put his hand on her head. "A good guess. The core of honor is honesty. If you are always honest with someone then they will be able to trust you and they will be honest with you as well. You will always face hardships in life, my daughter, but friends make the hard times much easier. Do you understand?"
Krystal found her resolve. This man had a good heart, and certainly worthy of her trust. She held out her hand and said, "My name is Krystal. It's nice to meet you Mr. Alexander."
His smile quickly returned to him. He reached out and shook her open hand. "Krystal, eh? What a beautiful name, it really suits you. A beautiful name and a beautiful young woman."
Krystal blushed and laughed, "Why thank you. It's nice of you to say such a thing."
After their introductions Jean motioned for her to follow him, saying that it was time to cure her hunger. As they walked down the sidewalk Krystal asked him why he lived here on Kew.
"Oh that's a long story. You see I work for the Cornerian Central Mining Company. I manage the building that you see there," He pointed to the 150 story skyscraper that could be seen just above the tops of the four to three story apartment buildings that surrounded the block they were on.
"Oh wow. You must make a good bit of money for yourself," Krystal said observantly, "But may I ask you something?"
"And what would that be," he said.
"If you're wealthy enough, why live here on Kew? Why not just retire with what you have and let someone else run the mines?"
"Well you see when I was still in my younger years I worked in the mines with the very same company. I worked my way up the ladder until there was finally an opening and the higher ups felt they needed someone with actual experience in the mines to run things."
"So they picked you," said Krystal.
He grinned, "You betcha'! I was made senior executive of this branch of the company two years ago, and things have been very smooth since then. The only reason I stay on this God forsaken planet is to keep everything here running."
"So if you work in at the CCM Building, then where are we going now," Krystal asked putting her hands in her camisoles pockets.
"There is a compound about a mile from here that serves as housing for CCM employees, metinance staff, and the workers. It's a very nice for being on such a run down planet like this. The housing for the workers is better than when I worked in the mines," Jean rummaged in his back pocket for something and pulled out his photo ID.
Krystal got a little worried about this. She figured that they ran a pretty tight shift on security around the compound. They may not let her in or they may ask her for her ID. She couldn't risk her cover being blown. Word would defiantly travel fast through Detrymin's streets, and it would eventually reach Ducane. Then what? Game over for the mission.
"Are you sure they'll let me into the compound? I'm not exactly from around here," Krystal said looking at the old lab's ID.
He pondered this a moment and then said, "You may have a point. But the guards at the gate know me very well. They know I wouldn't bring in a complete stranger unless I was sure they were alright. If the worst comes to pass we can say you're my son's fiancé," He let out a happy laugh at his last statement.
Krystal laughed too. Mr. Alexander took away her worry away instantly and they walked the rest of the way to the compound in happy conversation. But behind her joyful attitude, something tugged at her sixth sense. Her telepathy sensed a familiar thought pattern, but she couldn't place it. She hadn't realized she had zoned out until Jean snapped her out of it. For now, she just ignored her sixth sense. She felt whoever it was she was sensing wasn't hostile, just curious.
X
Voldric and Entri watched from a block away as the blue vixen they were told to follow helped up an elderly lab, stood and talked to him for a few minutes, and then preceded down the street with the man. From the looks of it they were having a very friendly conversation. This bothered Entri.
He snorted, "What was that all about? Thought she was supposed to be 'Lylat's deadliest bounty hunter'," Entri said making air quotes with his clawed fingers, "not some soft hearted pushover."
Voldric glanced over his shoulder, "She is. Doesn't mean she doesn't pity the weak. Or maybe she did it out of courtesy. The man was lucky. This is supposed to be one of the more dangerous parts of Detrymin."
Entri crossed his arms, unsatisfied by Voldric's explanation, "Right… Anyway, what exactly were we supposed to be following her for again?"
Voldric let out an irritated sigh, keeping his eyes on Kursed as she walked away, "You idiot, we're supposed to follow her to find any info on whether or not we can trust her. Weren't you paying attention to Boss's briefing?"
"Yeah, I was, I just forgot," he said staring at a neon yellow sign that flashed "Beer Served Here". He licked his lips and suddenly had the impulse to quench his thirst.
"Not good enough. You need to get your head out of the-," Voldric turned to see the green scaled Venomian staring at a sign for a local bar. He growled and launched foreword on Entri. Grabbing his partner by his shirt collar, Vodric slung Entri into the concrete wall of an apartment building.
"Hey! What the hell is wrong with you," Entri yelled at his black scaled partner.
Vodric hoisted Entri by his collar into the air, making it hard for Entri to breathe.
Voldric barred his teeth, "Listen to me you alcohol crazed freak! We're on official business here! You got that! We are going to do as Boss told us and you're not going to screw that up! If you so much as think about any kind alcohol, I will skin you alive and make a pair of boots out of your scales!"
Entri snapped, "You sick bastard! How could you even consider skinning one of your own?"
Voldric brought him in closer, "You think that's wrong? That's nothing compared to what Boss will do to you if you screw this up!"
Entri was silent as he briefly thought about Voldric's words. He cringed at the thought of the perilous tortures Boss would put him through. He swallowed hard.
"Ok… Fair enough," said Entri calming himself. Voldric easily set Entri back on the ground. Voldric turned looked down the street just in time to see Kursed and the old lab round the street corner.
Voldric took off, "Come on! We got to keep eyes on her!"
Entri rubbed his temple and sighed. He hoped this was worth all the trouble. He hated all this sneaking around. He looked at the neon sign again. "Move your ass Entri," Voldric yelled already half way to the next block.
The green Venomian shook his head and muttered, "Ah hell," before taking of into a full sprint, quickly catching up with his partner soon after.
x
From the gravel roof of a Detrymin apartment building, a lone figure sat on the edge of the four story building, watching a blue vixen walk down the side walk with an aged chocolate lab. He raised a pair of binoculars to his eyes and fixed them on the blue vixen.
"Good to see you again, Krystal," he said out loud from underneath a black hoodie. She hadn't changed much since the last time he had seen her. Her short cerulean colored hair had grown out. It now flowed down past her shoulders, giving her a much younger appearance. It looked good like that. She looked like she was having a nice conversation with the lab. A large grin split across her face, causing the man's heart to flutter. He hadn't been blessed with her smile in six months, so to see her smile from afar was a pleasure to him.
He put down the binoculars and watched as the two rounded a corner and proceeded down the street. Since she had helped the old man a few moments ago, he could tell that she was still as kind hearted as ever. "Some things never change, huh Krys? Well," he said placing the pair of binoculars in his small back pack, "I'm glad you didn't change. You're still the Krystal I've always known." Just as he got up to go something from below caught his attention.
He look back to see two Venomians, one green and one black sprint down the street and stop right underneath him. He saw the green one point in Krystal's direction. He would have just ignored the two of them had the green one not said out loud, "Look! There she is." His curiosity sparked within him. The hooded man quickly dashed to the other side of the roof and found a ladder to a fire escape that went straight to an alley that ran up right next to where the two Venomians were. Grabbing the ladder's rails and digging in feet into the rails, he lessened his grip and began to quickly slide down the ladder.
When his boots made contact with the concrete alley, the man silently dashed towards the alley way entrance. The two Venomians still stood there, their attentions turned on the blue furred vixen down the street. The green Venomian stood about medium height and had some kind of short, feathery scales sprouting up from his skull in a mohawk. He wore a grey thin layered shirt with a pair of black raggedy cargo pants. The other Venomian stood a bit taller than the green one and had shorter trimmed scale feathers then his equal. He had on a black denim jacket, a white collared shirt, and a pair of blue jeans. Both of them wore combat boots that appeared to be altered to accommodate there three clawed toes.
The man in the alley listened. "Where are they going," the green one said to the other Venomian, a little irritation in his voice.
The black one didn't respond immediately. A moment later he let out a gruff snarl. The green one asked what was wrong. "It's the old man. He must be a member of the Cornerian mining company," the black one said rubbing the back of his head. "Damn it. Listen Entri, for whatever reason Kursed has made a friend and my gut is telling me that they're heading to the housing complex north of here."
The green one said, "The security officials definitely wouldn't want her around, and I'm sure she knows that. Why would Kursed go there?
"I don't know," the black one responded, "but we can't let her go in, otherwise we'd lose her and then Boss would make both of us into boots. But how are we gonna keep them out and still remain hidden?" The black Venomian tilted his head and began brainstorming. As the man in the alley watched and listened to the pair, the green Venomian began to turn around. The man quickly ducked back into the alley way and sat with his back against the wall and head down. If the Venomian did see him, hopefully he would think he was just a homeless man. He stayed still and kept his eyes fixed on the ground from underneath his hoodie.
Entri turned and look at the wall of an alley way behind him. He had a funny feeling in the pit of his stomach, but he wasn't quite sure what it was about. Before he could turn face foreword, he saw a large circle that had been spray painted in red to the point where it looked like blood. Inside the circle there was a dragon skull that had a barrel of a gun coming out of either eye, its tongue was sticking out about a foot and on it was sprayed the word "claws" in black. Entri immediately recognized the symbol as the Claws gang insignia.
Before he started working for Ducane, Entri was a high ranking member of the Claws gang, one of four gangs that controlled the streets of Detrymin, the others being the Fangs, the Zealots, and the Vecorash. Prior to Ducane taking control of the city, the Claws and the Fangs were the only gangs in Detrymin. The two gangs constantly fought over control of the city, but power never seemed to rest with just one side. When Ducane arrived on Kew, he negotiated a truce between the gangs, saying if they worked for him, then he would give equal opportunity for all and tstop the fighting.
The gang leaders nervously agreed to this, fearing it would not work out. But it did work. The first three years that Ducane controlled the city, business picked up rapidly, thanks to the gangs help in trafficking everything that made Ducane rich, as well as everything that was illegal in the Corneria's eyes.
The gangs had to become more secretive to avoid any conflict with Cornerian authorities. To make sure that the Cornerians never suspected Ducane's presence on Kew, the Fang and Claws gangs decided to split the gangs and there territories in half. This was how the Zealots and the Vecorash gangs were formed. By doing this they took on the image that there was no truce between the gangs and that they did not work for anyone bigger then themselves.
But even though the Claws and the Fangs were no longer fighting, the tension between the two did not die. Back when Entri was a Claw member, he always told his boys to never go into Fang territory unless they were on business. The fact remained that neither Fang nor Claw was welcomed into each other's territories, with exceptions to business from the Sin Dragon.
As he starred at the insignia that was tattooed on his back, an idea spawned. Entri grinned largely. Voldric was at wits end with what to do and turned to his partner to see him smiling. Voldric was intrigued, "What's got you in such a happy mood all the sudden?"
Entri looked at him, "I got an idea that could very well save our hides. Some of my old Claw buddies owe me some money. I figure if I cut him loose from his debt, he'll have to compensate. What better way than to go distract Kursed?"
Voldric was surprised. It was a good idea. They hired members of the Claws gang, they go distract Kursed and keep her out of the Cornerian compound, leaving him and Entri to watch from the side lines. And the best part, nobody gets skinned into boots. Everybody wins, except Kursed of course.
"You know, aside from your usual stupidity, this might actually work. Lead the way," Voldric said to his green partner.
Entri nodded and turned and headed into the alley way, Voldric following close behind him.
The man in the alley heard everything. He stayed down as the two Venomians walked past him, taking no notice of the hooded man sitting against the wall. The man waited a short twenty seconds before rising up and heading down the alley. It didn't take long to catch up with the pair. As the two rounded a corner, the hooded man pressed his back against the wall. He looked around the edge of his cover to see the green Venomian conversing with a large bob cat that was missing a considerable amount of his left ear.
The group let out a laugh and the bob cat stepped aside and allowed the Venomians to pass through. The man became discouraged. He was hoping to just take out the two Venomians, but now it looked like he was going to have to do things the hard way. The hooded man looked and saw an old blanket on the ground. He grabbed it and cloaked himself in it. He the bent down and scooped up some dirt and smeared it all over his face. He now had the appearance of a malnourished and sickly beggar. The man under the hood laughed a bit as he turned the corner and began to limp down the alley.
As he made his way down the alley, he began rummaging through trash cans and piles of garbage to make his appearance as a beggar more believable and to search for a weapon. About halfway down the alley he found an old pair of leather boots with the laces still in place. He started to remove the laces from one of the boots, coughing a few times for the sake of his costume. The bob cat had been eyeing him since he rounded the corner. But the man was sure that his disguise was working. After all, this bob cat was probably used to seeing homeless beggars on this planet. When he had removed both laces from the boots the man continued down the ally.
The man noticed a weapon resting against the wall besides the door to what he guessed was a Claws gang hideout or something. It was an old model Quad-Beam blaster, one that looked like it had been in some really ugly situations. That would be really helpful to him after dealing with the bob cat. When he got within a few feet the bob cat called out to him, "Where the hell do you think you're going?"
The "beggar" looked up and in a croaking voice said, "Sir I'm just an unlucky SOB," the man cough loudly a few times, "I'm in withdrawal man. I haven't had any Dust in three days." The man coughed again. "Can ya help me out brother?"
The bob cat looked down at him. There was a short pause before the bob cat busted into laughter. "You think you have the right to call me brother," the bob cat yelled. "Your just trash," with that the bob cat swung out with his right in attempt to knock the beggar into next week. The beggar looked up at the cat and smiled. The cat had barely enough time to react when all the sudden his fist was wrapped around an empty blanket. Still in shock the bob cat tried to find the man that had been wrapped in the blanket up until a second ago. Then there was a burning pain in his neck.
He lifted his hands and found two thick strings wound tightly around his neck. The bob cat panicky called out to his friends inside. But he couldn't. The beggar was behind the cat holding the boot laces in a tightly crossed X. "Not bad for trash, huh," the beggar said pulling on the opposite ends of the boot laces tighter and tighter. The bob cat spasmed for a few more seconds and then went limp.
The beggar released his grip on the bob cat and let his now lifeless body fall to the ground. Acting quickly, the man grabbed the cat's arms and dragged him behind a group of trash cans. Crouching down over the body, he began to scavenge the cat's body for supplies, mainly ammo. He was rewarded with a satchel that was full of plasma cartridges for the Quad blaster. After he draped the bob cat with the old blanket, the hooded man grabbed the Quad blaster and leaned against the door frame.
The Quad blaster was defiantly old. Instead of the semi-auto feature found on most blasters nowadays, this relic was pump action. The man tested slide of the hand grip, opening up the firing chamber. The blaster was already loaded with the eight plasma cartridges. Normally blasters were powered by plasma batteries as an alternative to individual cartridges. Depending on the blaster type, plasma batteries would offer more than a hundred shots per battery, which made it easier to carry around multiple batteries as apposed thousands of individual rounds which were only good for one shot.
He reached with his hand and slowly turned the door handle and found it was unlocked. He lifted the blaster's barrel and slowly walked into the Claws hideout. Up head he could hear laughing and some one throwing around profanity in a good-humored fashion.
Entri laughed with his old friends from when he was a Claws member. In front of him and Voldric was skinny, scared rat by the named Marcsly. He didn't look like he was in a laughing mood after what Entri had just told him. The rat hesitantly scratched the back of his head and twitched a bit. Ever since he had quit huffing Dust he had acquired a twitch that seemed to only appear when he was nervous, and right now he was on the verge of shaking.
"I don't know Entri," Marcsly said with a quivering sound beginning to show in his voice, "this sounds like a really bad idea. I mean we are talking about Kursed! The most 'scare the shit out of you' bounty hunter in Lylat. I'm not sure if I-"
"Look Marcsly, you guys don't have to fight her. Just take some pot shots and make sure that she stays the hell away from that compound. If you can do that, then those 800 credits you owe me will disappear, never to be spoken of again."
Marcsly still looked nervous, "Well… Alright you got a deal Entri. But no tricks! I swear, I may owe you one but I better not get double crossed just 'cause you work for the Dragon."
Entri smiled and bowed a little bit. "I'm a man of my word and liquor."
Somehow that didn't make Marcsly feel any better about doing this. He scratched his head and called the others to get their stuff.
The man had to act quickly. A ferret and another feline emerged from another room, both brandishing weapons. The rat reached into his vest and pulled out a blaster pistol. The hooded man had to take action or things were going to go bad quick. He quickly retreated back out the door he entered the hideout through and shouldered the quad blaster. Slipping his finger through the trigger guard and squeezing the trigger, the Quad blaster fired of four bright red plasma bolts. The sound of the weapons report wasn't as loud as a powder loaded round, but it was certainly loud enough for it to be heard from inside the hide out. The man grabbed and loaded a plasma cartridge into the weapon and worked the pump.
He then braced himself against the wall next to the door. He could he somebody shouting a name from inside, most likely the bob cat the man dispatched a while ago. The hooded figure heard rapid foot steps approaching the door. Just then the ferret busted through the door, sending it flying the opposite direction on its hinges. The door connected with his body. The force behind the door caused some pain but the man simply ignored it.
Knowing that the cat was close behind the ferret, the man took aim on the first figure and fired. The four super heated plasma bolts struck the ferret center of his back. The man dashed from behind his cover, hefting the Quad blaster by its buttstock, and swung at the feline. The barrel of the blaster struck the side of the feline with a great deal of force. It sent him tumbling to the ground with his hands around his head, screaming.
The man pumped a new round into the blaster's firing chamber and aimed down at the feline's chest. He quickly ended the feline's life with a simple trigger pull. The man turned and went back inside the hide out, pumping the blaster as he went through the door. As soon as he rounded the corner he was met with the rat. The skinny rodent looked at the hooded figure in terror and only managed to raise his blaster half way before the man shot him. As the rat's body collapsed he quickly racked up another round and aimed at the two Venomians. They were lost in disbelief.
"Well don't just stand there," the man yelled at the two to add to thier confusion. Closing the distance between the Venomians and himself, the man smacked the black one in the gut with the buttstock. As the black Venomian double over, the man sent his right fist barreling into the other Venomian's jaw. But before the green scaled Venomian could hit the floor, the man grabbed and screamed in his face, "This is Fang territory now! You tell all your other pals to get there asses out of the district now ASAP! Or so help me God I'll kill you all myself!"
The man dropped the Venomian, reared his foot back, and sent it crashing in to the green one's face, knocking him unconscious instantly. The man took a step back and over looked his handy work. 'Well that went better then I expected', the man thought. When the two survivors awoke from unconsciousness, they would most defiantly report back to their boss about what happened. The man knew about the tensions between the Claws and the Fangs, and he knew exactly how this would all play out in the coming hours.
First the attack is reported to the Sin Dragon and the rest of the Claws gang. Next, Claws confront Fangs about the attack. Fangs deny ever planning and/or being involved in an attack against the Claws. Combined anger and urge for revenge leads Claws members to strike first on the Fangs. Fangs retaliate as well. The civil war between the rival gangs starts again. The Sin Dragon is pressed by both sides for his help. Sin Dragon becomes unable to control the gang war and flees Kew for his safe house. That's when the Cornerians will move in. Corneria forces raid the Sin Dragon's safe house and take him into custody. The end.
All of the internal conflict between the gangs would give Krystal enough time to find the location of Sin Dragon's safe house as well as the location of where he kept his merchandise. This was the final step in bringing down everything that Sin Dragon had done. But it all came down to one thing: Krystal. She was sent undercover all those months ago for this purpose. She had successfully infiltrated the enemy's sanctuary. She had earned there trust. And know all she had to do was hand over the information that she had collected to a Cornerian agent who had also been undercover for sometime.
But the man was bent on getting to Krystal first. The agent would just have to suck up the fact that a mercenary had beaten him at his job. Before he left the Claws hide out, the man went through and took anything of value on the dead Claws members and the two Venomians. If he was going to sell the idea that gangs had raided the place, he needed to make it look believable. He went through hide out and searched and took any credits he found.
He then took the Quad blaster and reloaded it to max capacity with the cartridges he had left in the satchel. The man started firing off shots into the wall to make it appear a fire fight had occurred in the hide out. When he had exhausted all the shells he had, which took roughly thirty minutes, the man dropped the and blaster headed out the door. As he walked through the ally way the man pulled out the credits he had taken and began counting.
He grinned when his number reached "250". Maybe he could find a decent place to eat on this rock. He exited the streets and removed the black hood over his head, revealing his golden fur that glowed in the bright Kew sunlight. He started heading east, towards the next agenda on his list.
