The hunter lay in wait, hidden only by virtue of the fact he was in deep space. He had a mission: Intercept and disable Fett and claim the quarry for himself. Otherwise... his employer would not be pleased. And not that sleazy little go-between, no, this was Hutt business. It was vital that a certain Hutt get his hands on Orin and the knowledge he possessed before he got to the authorities. Slave II dropped out of hyperspace and fired a proton torpedo. Unshielded to escape immediate detection, he was reaching for the handle when a message came in from Fett's ship. "Surrender or die." He threw up the shields and fired a slew of light straight into where Fett's ship had been just moments before. "You have guts. I admire that, but they won't help you if you don't have a brain." Finishing his speech, Fett fired an onslaught of missiles. Not waiting to see if his fellow hunter had survived the blast, he pounded his laser cannons into the other ship until it was nothing but molten slag. "Better quick out here than then slow and painfully in the world of bounty hunters." He muttered to himself. The amateur who had been tailing him to cut down on his employer's costs had been... eliminated. He made a note to add an extra charge for that.