"Anor!" Gorga cried in Huttese. "I trust their were no complications on your journey!" Not a question.A bounty hunter couldn't afford complications.
Lasher Anor jerked her head from side to side. Suddenly, the Hutt, looking over her shoulder, boomed,"Ah, you have arrived!"
Anorturned her helmeted head towards the doorway, only to see a hunter in aged Mandalorian armor enter the audience chamber. Male or female, she couldn't tell, and she had learned not to judge. She knew not to make assumptions.
She watched the hunter closely.Their armor was greenish, so battered it looked an antique. She paid special attention to the Mandalore wristlets, which undoubtedly contained ahidden arrayof fatal darts. A collector's item. A dark visor, T-shaped, like her own, hid their face. They strode across the room and came to a halt beside her.
She faced Gorga as a grin stretchedthe Hutt'sgrosteque features. "Fett! How have you been?"
She jerked her head around at the hunter again. He was so close she could see his steely eyes... now he was watching her. Gauging her reaction. She snapped her eyes back forward, embarrassed. Control had never been her strong point. She had always taken extreme pleasure in the hunt, letting her rage and anger and all her emotions guide her to her prey. She was an intense killer, living in the moment, so unlike Fett. Fett? Fucking sith.
Gorga didn't wait for an answer, probably knowing he wouldn't have received one. Instead, he got to the point. "None of the other bounty hunters proved adequate. The reward for the pirate captainArdir Talisshas been raised to 100,000 credits. Each." He eyed them in turn. "Alive, no disintegrations. Youwill work together.
"The two of you should be able to handle it. You are my best. I want her soon."
Fett turned, examinedAnor from the top of her helmet to the bottom of her military-style boots. He finally spoke. "Sufficient." Her eyes narrowed.
Sufficient? She was more than sufficient. She was an excellent hunter. In her eight years of work, she had never failed to bring in a bounty. True, the human Dell had given her some trouble. But she had captured him in the end.
Sheswallowed her anger. "When should we leave?"
"When you can." Gorga twitched his tail. "Soon."
Fett turned to her. "We'll leave now. My ship."
She half sneered under her helmet. Jackass. Only one thing gave her satisfaction.
They both thought she was male.
Everyone who had heard of her did as well. She wore at tight makeshift bra under her clothes, flattening her breasts. Heavy armor made and customized on her homeworld concealed her feminine body. Her voice was droning and mechanical through her mask's filters.
No one knew. It was bliss to have a secret hidden from the world.