Woof and Duxeal had hatched a plan to "wipe out the nest of vipers" as Woof had so charmingly put it. The plan was to lure the members of the Syndicate on Risa out into the open so they could be rounded up for the local authorities to deal with.
"That means no killing, Woof" Duxeal warned his former shipmate with a steely look in his eye.
"Of course Duxeal, anything you say. You don't mind if I knock seven bells out of them, do you?" replied Woof with a grin.
"No" Duxeal said hesitantly "I guess some retribution is due for what they did to Ecurb."
Woof, by this time, had a big smile on his face, and a crazed look in his eye. "Yeah!" he said nodding his head, " Payback is a bitch" he mused.
Duxeal was now worried. He had heard of the Klingon Blood Lust, but never experienced it. He made a mental note to keep an eye on Woof.
Duxeal headed for McCools bar, as he was certain that was a hangout for the Syndicate. Entering the bar cautiously, he looked around at the patrons. One in particular caught his eye, Dalton Bott, a blue-skinned Bolian, who Duxeal recognised from a computer file as a member of the Syndicate. Bott was sitting at a table on his own in a far corner. Duxeal made his way round the room towards where Bott was sitting, but as he approached the table, Bott got up and made his way to the toilet.
Following him into the toilet, and glancing round to make sure they were alone, Duxeal waited until Bott was standing at the urinal before producing a thin-blade knife from his left sleeve. Holding the blade to the Bolian's throat, Duxeal pressed Bott's face onto the toilet wall. "Who are you? What do you want?" gasped Bott.
"I'm the master of disaster friend, and wouldn't it be a disaster if this blade slipped, and cut you a new smile" snarled Duxeal. "As for what I want," he continued, "I've got Isla Deluxe, and I know she's important to you. We'll trade her for the microfilm you have. One hour from now, in the alleyway behind this bar.
Don't be late, and no tricks, we're not novices at this game".