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Aaron had been taking jobs nonstop as he tried to recover the money he lost for not killing Sylk. He had three thousand Taydens waiting for him when he approached Grecius in the usual shady bar that he resided in. "Excellent work." He said pushing a few buttons on a data pad adding the money to Aaron's account.
"Do you have any more jobs for me? I need the money." Aaron asked Grecius who shook his head.
"I don't, but look at the guy in the corner." Grecius said pointing to a man with a well groomed beard wearing a pair of aviator sunglasses along with a black leather jacket and blue jeans. "He's an undercover plumber who is part of a secret division of plumber activities that are not exactly legal, but necessary. He usually hangs around here when he has a job."
"Thanks." Aaron said walking over to the man. "I hear that you might have a job."
"It might be a little out of your league kid." He said looking over at Grecius who winked at him. "Actually, this might be for you. It seems that your friend over there thinks that you can handle it. We have a political candidate from a very unstable political planet coming in. He is very popular, but we fear if he wins that he may become corrupt and wage war with several planets. We don't want this, so we'd like him assassinated. The gig pays ten thousand Taydens."
"Just give me the details." Aaron said as the man handed him a data card.
"All of the information is on that card. You'll be paid as soon as he's dead and everything is cleared up." The man walked away while Aaron plugged the card in to his phone and began combing over the data. The politician would be arriving in three days and he would be walking through Undertown meeting with the public to show his hospitable side.
Aaron left the bar and walked down the street where the politician would be. He walked in to a condemned building where he would have a clear shot of him through the window. Aaron looked at his blaster. "Better get some upgrades for this thing." He said walking out of the building. He walked to a store called Blue Diamond's Weapons.
Aaron walked inside and saw a Protosapien and a blue Galvanic Mechamorph standing together at a counter; The Protosapien's name was Damian while the Galvanic Mechamorph's name was Fixin. "What can I help you with today?" Damian asked.
"Who do I talk to about getting some blaster upgrades?" Aaron asked.
"Over here." Fixin said as Aaron walked over to his counter. "You look very familiar. Anyway, what do you need?" He asked.
Aaron laid his blaster on the counter and looked in the case. "I need the silencer, the ice blue field piercing energy pack, the Taydenite focus scope, new rubber grips, and I need the gun cleaned, inspected and balanced."
"This is a very nice blaster. I remember selling them at one point. It's too bad that they were discontinued. They were very high quality and very powerful." He said holding the handgun in his hand. "I'll just need twenty five hundred Taydens and I'll have this ready and retrofitted in thirty minutes." Aaron laid the money on the counter. "Excellent, I'll be right back." Fixin said as he walked over to a work bench and began working on the blaster. Afterwards, he handed Aaron the upgraded blaster which he placed in a brushed aluminum briefcase along with all of the attachments that he had modified to be added and removed to the blaster; he even made a custom foam insert for it.
"Thanks." Aaron said taking the briefcase ready to walk off only to be stopped by Fixin.
"Damian come over here." Damian walked over to him. "I remember who this kid is now. He's the boy who's all over the assassin's web." Fixin said looking at his data pad.
"Assassin's web?" Aaron asked confused.
"You've never heard of it? Well it's this underground network where people can hire assassins and place bounties on people. You're one of the most popular newbies on here. There are people who want to hire you and people who want to kill you. It actually says that you're going to be killed in three days."
"Who placed the bounty?" Aaron asked as he grabbed the data pad.
"All it says it that they're a top contractor." Damian said taking back the data pad. "I'd be careful if I were you. Here's the data card to give you access to the assassin's web." Damian said handing Aaron a small computer chip.
Aaron thanked him as he grabbed his things and left the store. "I'm going to kill whoever placed that bounty." He thought to himself as he went home to go get some rest.
Meanwhile…
Lance walked back in to his apartment to see Sylk wearing a purple t-shirt and a pair of short athletic shorts camped out on the couch watching TV. "I brought dinner." Lance said holding some food that they gave him at work.
"Cool, I'll set the table." Sylk said jumping off of the couch and setting down two plates and some utensils.
"So do you want to tell me how you came to be where you are?" Lance asked as he put some food on her plate and then his.
"It started with me liking to skate a lot as a kid, and when I found out I was part Tetramand, I came to Undertown, and found myself competing in a roller derby club. A team recruited me, and that's about it to put it shortly. What about you?" Sylk asked as she began eating.
"Kind of the same thing as you. My parents explained to me that I was adopted after my birth mother died when she was injected with the DNA of a Vladat and gave birth to me. They left me some money, and my dad got me a car, and that's about it, to put it shortly." Lance explained.
"So what do you want to do tonight?" Sylk asked as she finished clearing off her plate.
"I'm glad that you asked. I heard about this underground dueling club at work. Do you want to go?" He asked.
"Sure." Sylk said as she watched Lance clear off the table.
Lance ran in to his room and came back out wearing a black zipper hoodie. "Here, let me get you a sweatshirt." Lance said running back in to his room and tossed Sylk a purple hoodie; she put it on and found it to be a bit big on her. "Sorry, I guess it's a bit big."
"Do you have a pair of scissors?" Sylk asked.
"Yeah, in the kitchen." Lance said pointing to a drawer. Sylk grabbed the scissors and began cutting the sleeves until they were the length of a t-shirt. "Okay, let's go." Sylk said discarding the pieces of fabric on the floor. "So where did you get this? It doesn't seem like your color." She said as she hopped in to the passenger side of Lance's car.
"It was a Christmas gift from my aunt who thought I needed more color in my wardrobe. My parents made me keep it and wear it when she came to town." Lance explained as he drove the car to a dimly lit part of Undertown. They got out of the car and walked in to an alley where a bouncer stood by the door. "We're here for the duel club." Lance said looking at the guard who was a large burly alien. He growled at them. "If that's the way you want it." Lance said holding up his hand and shooting a Corruptura at his forehead. "Open the door." The alien did as instructed while Lance and Sylk walked inside.
"That was really cool." Sylk said as they walked down the corridor.
"It's just one of my powers." Lance said as they exited the corridor and found themselves in a large circular arena with cheering fans and two aliens standing in it. They both held blasters and were shooting at each other. "They use knockout energy packs in their blasters. Essentially they're meant to cause harm, but not kill their opponent. They win when their opponent is knocked out." Lance explained to Sylk as the two aliens shot at each other. One of their noses was bleeding when he was shot again causing him to fall to the ground.
The crowd cheered as the victorious alien twirled his blaster before stowing it in his holster. They watched several more duels before they decided to go home for the night. Lance drove back to the apartment building and saw Sylk fast asleep in the passenger seat. He sighed as he picked her up and carried her back up to the apartment. He carefully laid her on the couch before getting ready for bed and laying in his own bed; tonight he did not feel like hanging from the ceiling as he closed his eyes and fell asleep.