So now it was time to be downstairs. The last twenty-four hours had been strange, dangerous, and extremely tiring. Truz had too much whizzing around in his mind to keep any one thought. It was all so new, and it encroached on his life like an invasion. Coruscant refused to leave him alone. That is the way it was for everyone, and the way it would always be.

Leaving his damp, cubic apartment, Truz entered the elevator. Simultaneously entering, his neighbor Vecker greeted him: "Morning. Working?"

"Yeah, I got a job. Don't know what it is though…."

"Good for you, kid. I bet it won't be much, but its something. Not bad for a first day"

"I'm not working alone, though. I'm being paid by the guy with the job. His name is Ussar."

"You're working with Ussar?" Vecker yelled in disbelief. "He doesn't work with anyone, much less kids on their first day here!"

"Well, he offered me 100 credits to assist him. I'm meeting him downstairs."

"You lucked out. Try not to screw it up for him, he's big time."

The elevator doors shifted open, and there was Ussar, his stocky body clad in brown robes, leaning against the lobby wall. Pilt was still cleaning the floor, and he seemed to be in the same spot as the night before. Truz wondered, "Surely he couldn't have been there all night."

Vecker left with haste, nodding to Ussar as he left. Truz could not determine whether his fleet of foot was caused by intimidation or avoidance. Once Vecker had left the main door, Ussar gestured with a nod. "Ready?"

"I guess. You never told me what we are doing." Truz replied.

"I'll explain on the way, we don't have much time."

Ussar walked out the door with determination, his stubby legs marching forth with purpose. They passed the bar where they met, and as Ussar was marching Truz walked with sporadic spurts of running to keep up. As they passed through crows on the main streets, Truz began to find it difficult to keep his eyes on the back of Ussar's short body. Each moment of nervousness, trying to track Ussar, was worse and worse. Eventually, the bodies thinned out and they came to a clearing. Another short alley, like the one Truz lived on, except the end of this one was a drop. A speeder was sitting atop a small landing platform at the end. The gray speeder had the imperial insignia upon its side. Ussar began walking towards it.

"What are you doing? Aren't they in there?" Truz asked in a panic.

"On the way to your place a slipped a timed gas device in there. They choked on it about 2 minutes ago. It's cleared out"

Something struck Truz in his spine. He is working with a man who indirectly killed a crew of stormtroopers in seconds. He really was getting into crime. It was surreal, this realization of that dream he always had.

They boarded the enclosed, blockish vessel from an open hatch. Ussar quickly hopped into the pilot's seat, and Truz sat beside him. As Ussar took the speeder up off the platform, Truz looked into the main shaft of the shuttle only to see a mound of limp stormtrooper bodies laying on top of each other.

"Wow….that's very unnerving, I mean, on my first day."

"Get used to it. That stuff's easy, later today you might see some action yourself."

Deep within his thin, flat snout, Truz gulped.

"So here's your quick briefing," Ussar began to explain while concentrating on maneuvering the shuttle so that it goes unnoticed. He didn't turn to see Truz, but Truz still concentrated greatly on Ussar's words. "We will go into this facility, a diplomatic office, if you will. Our target is this Duros diplomat that was the first kissing the emperor's feet back after the reformation. His people scraped together the money for petty vengeance. I'm their tool, and you're my markerlight."

"Markerlight?"

"That's right, kid. You're gonna line up my assassination shot. He's got the whole place manned by armored, human guards. A force the two of us can't take head on. You're going into a vent, lighting the guys head while I get to him to take the shot"

"Why do you need the markerlight?"

"My vision isn't so great, and I imagine I'll be busy with his super-armored guards. I'm not afraid to engage them, but making sure I get them in groups and not all at once will take a deal of concentration"

"I see…"

This was all becoming very scary to Truz. He was so worried he didn't notice how nervous Ussar was, hoping the Empire wouldn't come onto the shuttle's comm. unit.

After fifteen minutes of cautious flight, they approached another small, round platform. Ussar began bringing down the shuttle.

"Here we are," he said in relief, as he tossed a blaster rifle into Truz's lap.