Sorry, I've been super busy. I had to finish summer work, then school started and I was swamped.
I drew a pic of Sabine. Should I make it a cover pic?
Thanks to all my followers and commenters!
The dusty cantina smelled of cigar smoke, which drifted around the air like a swirl of gray. The day was humid and the smell of sweat was as stifling as the damp air. Two men sat at the bar, huddled away from the 'entertainment' section. They sat close together, talking in hushed whispers. One was a redhead human. The other was dressed in black armor, which made him stick out like a sore thumb. The redhead frowned, clearly agitated as his eyes swept the room again. But money was money.
"You see, we used to know him. He, uh, disappeared."
The man frowned, causing his face to wrinkle with distaste. "How long ago?"
"Only a few standard hours." The redhead leaned forward more, hands cradling the strong alcohol. "We recognized him from the wanted broadcastings. We know he's your man. And," his eyes twinkled, "we know where he headed."
The man smiled. "That we can work with."
"And the pay?"
"Taken care of. Credits, as specified." A bag appeared just inches away from his twitching fingers.
The redhead smirked, tapping his fingers three times on the table. A man in a nearby booth started typing.
"Sending the information now." His hand quickly swiped the bag away, hurryidly standing. Even he was anxious to leave. He disliked these transactions. Why couldn't they have disposed of the boy themselves?
"Thank you, sir." The blond scratched his side burns, standing with the man. "The Empire appreciates your service."