Chapter 6
Fight. Fight, Fight
The Merchants promenade was packed with beings. The crush of beings was such that moving through the crowds was proving difficult, despite this the air was filled with excitement and good natured cheer as humans and aliens bustled to and fro. Melissa had a sudden cynical thought wondering how long this state of affairs would last
"Then again after ten days in lockdown, anyone would be giddy to be out" She thought
Terri forged the path through the crowds, Melissa close behind; with Carth as rearguard. Reaching the area around the clinic, the throng of beings lessened somewhat, she led the way past the diner they had already used and pushed through to the second one. A cheerfull chime came as they entered. The building was rather full with only a few tables open. Delicious smells filled the air. Terri gave a friendly smile as a familiar waitress approached
"New job?" She asked
The Cathar girl stopped in surprise at being recognised. Her black ears picked up slightly
"Yes, the other place was not working out."
"I can only imagine, table for three please."
The waitress led the way through several tables, pausing only to grab three menus. She seated them and handed them out.
"Already looks a lot better than the other place." Terri remarked, " Hopefully we do not have to pre pay as well."
The waitress gave a soft smile.
" No , but I should warn you the kitchen is a bit swamped now so your orders may take a bit longer."
"If the food here is as good as it smells, I will be happy to wait a bit" Carth remarked
"I will be right back."
She bustled off to a table where several Sullustans were making the universal signal of dying of thirst, several glasses already on their table. Melissa hazarded that those were not soda's. She grimaced as she remembered her first drink. She still felt miffed that the other two had stood snickering at her as she felt as if she was going to cough up her lungs when she had downed her shot. How was she supposed to know that you sip it! The holodramas always showed people downing their drinks in one shot. Running her tongue across her teeth, she could still taste it.
An hour later she was sipping a delicious drink called a milkshake of all thing as Carth finally pushed back his plate with a contented sigh. Terri put finished her mug of caf and placed the mug onto a saucer with a soft clink.
"Equipment store next?" Carth suggested
" Best find something else to do first before we start spending, other wise our watchers reports might make some people really suspicious if we start throwing credits around like there is no tomorrow"
" How many do we have?" Carth looked around casually
"Two." Melissa said
"You missed one." Terri corrected her
"Care to point them out?" Carth replied
Melissa jerked her head to motion out the window.
"Against the guardrail yellow shirt, orange trousers, brown hair, on his datapad every few minutes if he is not scratching somewhere. I am guessing our old friend, Five, five, seven, six. Table behind us to the left. Office uniform, short cut blond hair, fourth cup of caf in an hour, had a light meal but trying to justify staying seated."
"Probably a cop." Terri remarked," Number three table against the wall in front, still eating, sauce dispenser turned towards us using the reflection. Blue shirt and trousers, grey jacket, sunglasses, black hair. Probably intelligence."
Carth grunted and shifted.
" Ideas?"
"Hit the Emporium get Melissa a side arm and some practise if they have a range. The Cantina next, I see a miraculous run of good luck at the card tables in our future. Of course us; being a bunch stupid spacers means that we will naturally spend anything we win."
"Need to hit the toy store if I am going to play the naïve farm girl first. There is no way I would be willing to go to an emporium if there is a toy store around, also a good place to check for more watchers and confirm the first three. Three men in a toy store filled with children will stand out nicely" Melissa said around the rim of her glass, finishing her drink.
"Good thinking." Carth remarked.
Carth was having uncomfortable flash backs standing near a counter as a milling sea of children and harassed parents ebbed and flowed. Melissa and Terri approached each holding a large stuffed Ewok plushie in neon colours, In Melissa's case a second plushie of some type of equinine with a horn in eye hurting colours. He raised an eye at Terri indicating the toy.
"What they looked cute? She defended herself
"If you say so."
"They would look even be better once we unstitched them and stuffed a blaster in. Who would suspect an Ewok will have a blaster up its ass."
"And the horse thing, getting a carbine?"
"Possibly later, for now just because."
Carth jerked his head to where two men were studiously studying make up sets a few aisles away.
"Number three came in looked and left. He is outside on the bench by the lamppost. Nothing else really stood out, except for a guy with three girls who seemed amused by the two over there."
"It would seem a bit strange to most." Terri replied
"Wrong reaction, most parents would rather be keeping a close eye on them rather than be amused." Carth stated firmly
"He show any interest in us?"
"Cannot say, though I did see him in the diner as well if I recall correctly."
"Kark it" Terri muttered.
She led the way to the counter to pay before leading the way to the Emporuim. It was by far the largest store that they had been in by far. At rough guess a hundred by two hundred meters. Displays exhibited camping, sport and security gear. Considering the crowds outside thestore was light in customer traffic. A sign towards the back read firing range. A highly polished wroshyr tree counter running along the wall to the range, display cases made from the same wood behind the counter. Walking closer they noted that several display cases were empty and on closer view several of the shelves had a lot of open spaces. A middle aged man was approaching them before he reached them he was cut of by a woman in a dressed in a lightly armoured body suit who approached who waved him off
"Good morning patrons. I am Isana Yurt and I welcome you to our family run Emporuim. How can we be of assistance?"
Melissa was pushed to the front by Terri
"I am looking for something for her for self protection and possibly some time on the range to make her familiar with it. Something light and practical."
"And the gentleman?"
"Just some range time for me for the moment, though I do see some really interesting items."
The woman waved a hand around
"We do try our best, unfortunately some of our best selling items are not available due to security concerns due to the blockade. I trust that it will not inconvenience you unduly."
"Not looking for heavy hunting gear at the moment so it will be fine." Cart responded.
Terri looked around.
"Do you perchance stock any haberdashery kits?" She asked
Isana frowned for a moment and waved the shop assistant back over.
"I will have an assistant check for you while I show you the self defence tools."
Terri looked over the display case. In order to give the appearance of being fully stocked several numbers of the same types of models had been packed to full the cases in random order.
"Can we test the Blastech AC 9 And the AC 7 as well the DL23."
Isana unlocked the case and led the way to the range. Carth was standing in far lane of the range practising different stances while firing, Terri's lecture on the stupidity of a single firing stance probably running through his mind.
Isana was about to launch in the standard safety spiel but stopped as Melissa competently checked the first blaster. She placed a power cell and tibana cartridge down on the counter and activated a target at twenty meters away before stepping back.
Melissa loaded the first blaster. After several shots she secured it and put it down.
"Not this one, The balance feels off, the grip also feel uncomfortable."
"So that rules out the DL23 then."
Melissa could not make up her mind between the AC7 and the AC9. The seven was more compact and well balanced but the nine she felt had a more comfortable feel. Terri nodded when she said so.
"No need to stick to just one, you can always carry the other as back up. It is more important that you are comfortable with your weapon."
Terri noted that Isana had walked to the door to receive a package from the shop assistant. She came walking back with a package in hand and addressed Terri.
" Is this what you were looking for?"
"Perfect, it will be taking that. We will be taking three DC7's and one DC9. We will also need to look at your holsters. Needless to say a carrier case as well for walking out as I am certain the authorities would frown on an armed minor walking about."
They walked to the front and collected a replica DC9 and DC7 before moving to the holsters in the security section to find a comfortable style of holster. Melissa seemed more comfortable with a thigh holster for the nine and a holster at the back for the seven, Terri also collected a shoulder rig for the seven despite Melissa really not being comfortable with one. Prowling the shelves she picked up a few body suits and two non descript coveralls, after shaking her head at the armour inserts for the body suits. They found Carth perusing a stand with knifes, examining a boot knife.
" Looks useful, don't you think."
"Get three and some extra power cells and tibana canisters. I am already pushing the limit of what is looking like a reasonable purchase. We will have to reroute back to the residence before getting to the cantina." Terri replied
"Better stop for supplies as well to look more reasonable." Carth pointed out."
The sun was starting to set when the trio finally set out for the cantina. Two Ewoks had suffered the indignity of being gutted, having blasters shoved into a uncomfortable place and being resown with slits allowing for a hand to reach in and grab the grip of said blasters. They were placed on cots and left alone, possibly fuming internally at the injustice performed on them.
Columbo was seated at his terminal in the precinct an empty packet of antacids and several cups of caf around him, most empty but one or two quite cold and forgotten. By the unlikeliest of chances Pearson had sent him a copy of the reports filed by the troopers he had monitoring the trio. Columbo knew full well that Perason would demand reciprocation and a favour at a later stage. He had started chain eating antacids when he read the reference to the spacer code being mentioned. That alone had the case moving from a probably unsolvable shitshow to a clusterfuck of epic proportions. Matters were not helped by the division captain being by his desk every five minutes demanding updates. Granted the man was probably up to his nose in politicians and the press, but still. Miserably he kept working away, finally being able to look up from his terminal when a visitor sat down in front of him. He sat back with a sigh, thankful for the distraction
"Evening Jaro, how is the wife and the rugrats."
"Good. Even better I finally know how to repay that favour I owe you."
Columbo looked at the shit eating grin on his friends face
"I know I will regret asking, but how?"
"By giving your men tips on how to do proper surveillance."
Columbo lifted an eyebrow. Jaro continued with a grin
"So there I was sitting in the rugrats favourite diner having made the mistake of taking them out as a reward for their good behaviour during, relatively speaking, during the quarantine. Suffering I was , when I spotted one of your newbies trying to do surveillance on a man, a woman and a kid. The problem being that the woman and the kid had clearly made him."
Columbo thought for barely a moment, Jaro Hermone was a seasoned vice detective with several undercover assignments under his belt, if he says his man was made his man was made. He sighed and opened his comlink channel from the terminal.
"Caruso, What is your location?"
"The targets are in the residential area. I could not follow them inside."
"Pull back, you have been made."
Columbo opened the empty packet and looked inside for a hopefully lost tablet, before searching his drawers finding none. Jaro lost his grin at observing the signs of stress his friend displayed.
"How bad is this one?" He asked in concern.
" Bad enough that I suggest you resign, grab the wife and kids and go visit your inlaws and take the kids out on their trawler to show them how their fish sticks get made''
Jaro looked at him in concern.
"Do you need to disappear?"
"Too late for that. Get your family out of here. I would suggest you pack the trawler for quite a few months at sea."
Jaro stood up and looked at his friend for the last time before rushing to the human resource department, his mind running through the locations of the supply stashes he had made for when his identity could be blown on his assignments. The kids would be unhappy but his wife would understand. After all they had been planning for this contingency.
Melissa was becoming uncomfortable under the gaze of the bouncer. Her discomfort not eased by the fact that she was not feeling to comfortable with the DC7 in the shoulder rig she wore under her black coveralls, not to mention the boot knife digging into her ankle. Finally he looked to the two adults with her.
"Fine she can enter, however she needs to be stamped."
From underneath his lectern he pulled an archaic ink pad and stamp. He jammed the stamp in the pad and applied it to both of Melissa's hands. Terri started snickering on reading the stamp and Carth was failing to hide a smirk. She looked at her hands in dismay. In large crimson letters.
Jailbait
They walked in, Terri still snickering. The place was fairly full. Twi'lek dancers were writhing about in dancer cages above the dance floor as thumping base came from the sound system near the main bar. The sounds of slots machines and cries of dismay and excitement came from the gambling hall. In The far end of the hall a Hutt was looking over his domain, several bouncers surrounding his throne like chair.
Carth looked at the other two and motioned to the gaming hall. Following their preset plan they would go their separate ways for now. Carth strolled into the gaming hall. Walking around the dance floor the two slowly drifted towards the back. A conversation caught their attention.
"Are you going down to the duel pit?" A woman asked
"Not worth it. It is always the same fighters it is so predictable now. Wish Ajurr would get some new blood in, give us something to actually bet on."
Terri tapped on a monitor display showing a combat ring, across the bottom of the screen the rules of the ring were run in a teleprompt format. She bit her lip thoughtfully
"It seems as if I have found my part to create some income." Terri spoke.
"You sure? Getting beat up for a cover income seems a bit drastic." Melissa replied.
"Good cover for coming back with bruises if we go searching for the main objective."
Melissa looked at the monitor again
"Well… It is your face not mine"
Terri gasped; grabbing at her chest.
"Betrayal!"
Ajurr the Hutt was close to losing his patience as yet another human female approached him.
"I have no need of more waitresses or dancers."
"What about fighters for your ring."
He laughed and waved a pudgy hand about . Terri noted a large group; all armed in some fashion.
" All come, say they are good fighters but no record or proof."
Terri started spinning a two hundred credit chit about her fingers, The Hutt's eyes locked onto it in seconds
"What if I were to suggest a way for you to get your proof and make a profit with no cost to you?"
"I might be interested in learning more."
Terri pointed to the crowd standing around.
"I see forty maybe fifty fighters here. That ring can take ten at a time. I pay you two hundred for an entrance ticket to a try out for your ring. If they want to fight let them pay to fight. Four fights at two hundred a head for entrance. A fifth fight with a price of a thousand credits for the winner between the winners of the first fights and a chance to formally fight in your rings. You gain seven thousand credits straight up, plus whatever you make on the drinks and the side bets. Your patrons are getting bored with what they are already getting. This will keep them, maybe bring in more."
The Hutt sat back and thought about it, taking a deep pull on his pipe
He motioned a well suited man over.
"You pay my manager now and you can step into the pit. The young one may not fight but she can watch, no betting no drinking."
"Are we allowed to make bets on ourselves, since this is not an official league event" A Large Zabrak asked.
The Hutt pondered for a moment.
"Yes."
Terri paid her entrance and was shown down to the ring. As they were walking down the music was stopped as the announcement of the new event was made in both basic and huttese. They split up and Melissa walked to the pit arena seating Seating herself close to the arena she was approached by a waitress and ordered a soda.
Melissa was looking idly around when a man approached her. A bouncer nearby visibly stiffened. The man stopped a few steps away and lifted his hands in a gesture of peace. She noticed a spider web tattoo on his hand
"Just a few questions, nothing more. The woman you were with how good would you say she is?"
"Terri? My aunt Allegra Plant fought in the outer rim MMA league, she taught Terri everything she knew."
"Interresting. If you were allowed to bet, for how much would you go in for?"
"Everything." Melissa replied without hesitation
"Good enough for me."
The man walked away. Melissa saw him approaching what she suspected was a bookie and started talking rapidly pulling a large pile of credits from a pocket. Returning to her people watching she scanned the area.
Cold. Amusement.
She jumped up, frantically scanning the crowd. A bouncer stepped forward warily. The feeling disappeared. She sat down rubbing a leg
"Sorry, had a bad cramp. I will be fine." Melissa said to the bouncer, smiling.
Not having seen anything, he stepped back deciding to keep a closer eye on the girl.
In a recessed alcove of the VIP section a woman adjusted the cowl on her silk hooded robe. She lifted a glass of her new favourite vintage wine and took a deep sip. She had been about to leave when the announcement came. Her interest piqued she decided to stay. Then she felt The Presence. She saw a young girl jumping to her feet, looking around wildly
"There you are little kitten. So nice to see your pretty face. You look so much like my old friend, do not worry aunty will play nice." She spoke softly.
The woman frowned as she noticed two men taking an inordinate amount of interest in the girl.
"No, that will not do. Only I may play with the kitten."
She turned her attention back to the arena as the event was about to begin, marking the men to be dealt with later. Now there may be something fun to watch
Melissa whistled and cheered as Terri stepped into the ring. She increased in intensity as Terri waved at her in acknowledgement
"You are in my seat."
Melissa looked at the person accosting her. Perfectly coiffed blonde hair, the latest in rich person fashion, a haughty sneer on her face
"This table was not reserved." Melissa responded, not moving
"Peasant, you are in my seat."
"Get bent, bimbo" Melissa responded
The spoiled brat stamped her foot.
"Wait till my Daddy hears of this."
Melissa made a rather rude gesture with her left hand and her tongue in her right cheek.
"Would that be before or after you get him off."
The girl stormed off with a screech. The occupants of the tables next to her gave her a small round of applause before everyone turned their attention to the pit.
Terri watched as the bookie walked away. The pit master was waving them forward. She had stripped down to her trousers and a sport bra, the floor cool under her feet. She gave a few small jumps and light punches to help her get ready.
Stepping into the pit she heard the whistles and cheers from Melissa, giving her a wave before turning her attention to the nine who had entered the ring with her. She felt herself fall in her usual pre battle analysis, the time seemed to slow and she became hyper aware of details.
Two rodians large heads, ear stalks vulnerable, thin necks, fast bodies limited in strength. Quarren one, strong build slow movers weak point tentacles, prone to rapid dehydration already struggling in heat of arena lights. Human males three, two neglible threat using large blade weapons liability at close quarters, third overweight holding blaster, power cell not properly secured no threat. Human female two one blaster, one punch dagger, guarding right knee designated medium threat. Zabrak male, high threat, weapon mace, scarring on hands used to close quarters battles. Scarring chest and back used to pain. Priority target.
She came back to her senses as the announcers were trying to whip the crowd to a frenzy.
" …. Yes ladies and gentlebeings we alsa have a mysterious stranger willing to fight without weapons, Is it arrogance or desperation I wonder. Without further ado let the Battle begin.
She was moving when siren started blaring. The Zabrak's eyes momentarily widened as she went straight for him. He lowered himself slightly, one knee extended. She jumped using his knee as a springboard. Using her crossed arms to push herself into a handstand using his shoulders.
She ignored the crowd going wild. She dropped delivering a kick to the back using her weight to pull him back. Concussion blows to the ears. Repeated punches to the kidneys. He dropped. Chokehold, use his body to take two stun bolts. Priority down. Roll forward.
Two daggers cut through the space she had been in. Donkey kick to the knees. Cry of pain, body falling. Elbow strike to nose, broken nose, Roll over body. Hammer blow to back of head, secondary down.
A moment of the commentary broke through her focus
"It does not matter from where in the galaxy you come from, that had to hurt. Old Zelka's clinic will be busy tonight"
One of the human males was down. The second female was firing indiscriminately and failing to hit anything. The two long blade users were back to back fighting the Rodians. The Quarren was staggering towards her. She jumped up, moving in.
She grabbed the tentacles and pulled him forward, a headbutt put him down. She moved in on the woman. Rolling, she got in behind her. She struggled ineffectively when she was taken in a chokehold. Terri held her till she finished scrabbling and went limp.
"And then there were three. Who will attack who next"
The two blade wielders approached her splitting to surround her. She took a few deep breaths. One was uselessly flourishing his blade. The other held his blade staff horizontally, a slight tremor in his hands. She jumped in. Slapping his hands from underneath, she forced his arms up. Grabbing his neck she pulled him closer. Knee to the groin, head butt. He staggered back and dropped into a foetal position.
"Brutal delivery and we have our finale."
The final man stopped his dramatic posturing he started circling. Terri lowered her knees slightly one foot inching to her rear.
He moved in swinging, she swayed to the side. He moved past overextended. She delivered a sharp blow to the ribs. He moved away gripping his ribs. He twisted the blade staff and it dissolved into two blades. Terri moved back to a ready stance. He was guarding his ribs. She snapped a front kick out. He flinched back.
He came in swinging high and low. Terri flipped back. The blade hissed through empty air. He stumbled as he over extended. A foot stuck his jaw as a spinning kick was admitted. Two rapid blows came from left and right, he dropped
Terri became aware of the noise of the crowd as she stood in the centre of the ring. Attendants and droids entered the pit to start removing the injured. She moved to the exit of the ring.
Melissa left out a sigh of relief and sat back exhausted. A waiter came to her table with a sealed soda container.
"From table four."
She looked to the table. The man who had approached her lifted his glass to her, a wide smile on his face. She lifted her bottle in acknowledgement.
Terri was leaning back against her temporary locker when the second group returned. One battered man threw a short sword the ground and dropped his head into his heads, despair seemed to waft from him.
"How much for the sword? Terri asked
"What?''
"I will give you three hundred for the sword here and now."
"Deal."
She handed the credits over and the man nearly fell over himself scrambling for the door. Terri had to hide her grin as she examined the blade. Now matter how the rest of the night goes, she had struck a bargain of note. The blade in her hand was an expertly crafted Echani blade, the balance perfect, no nicks or chips marked the blade. From the bluish haze of the steel she would guess it was forged in the traditional way, constantly being reheated and tempered till all impurities had been beaten out.
She leaned back against the locker, slowing her breathing trying relax for her next fight.
The woman felt exhilarated. The fight was a good as she wanted, more importantly the kitten looked so happy when her friend had won. It was so gloriously cute. She felt a well known urge rise up in her. She would no longer deny herself. Delayed gratification was for other beings. She strolled from the VIP area, seemingly headed for the bar.
The first one was disappointingly easy, a slight stumble a hand on his shoulder, another over his drink. A perfect additive added. The second was more of a challenge. He noticed her approach and tied to send her off with a crude remark. For that he will pay. The launcher on her wrist hissed, he leaned back in the shadows of his booth. Desperate hands grabbed at his throat, feet drumming impotently against the legs of his seat. Thirty seconds later he stilled.
She looked over her shoulder. Good the kitten has not noticed that the naughty men had been taken care of. The little kitten can now safely enjoy her night. She turned back and returned to seat, pondering if she should have another glass of wine. She was sure she had earned another glass. Taking care of naughty men can make one so thirsty.
The air was tense as the four stepped into the pit. All of them ignored the roaring crowd. Teri had dressed fully for this round, the sword in her left hand, right hand hovering over her thigh holster. She shuffled sideways slightly, minimising her profile, knees bending, blade slightly lifting. For this round all contestant were fitted with stun belts and energy shielding
The siren blared. Draw, fire, reholster. Bring sword up get right hand on hilt.
Terri hissed as she blocked the hit from the Trandoshan. He was pushing her blade down. She swung to the left, bringing the bladed in an underhand grip as she pushed it underneath her right arm. The grunt told her she hit her target, She spun again. She slashed her blade against the unguarded back, shield sparking and failing. The stun belt activated at what normally should have been a killing blow. The Trandoshan dropped and a buzzer activated. Moments later a second buzzer activated.
She started to circle the last fighter. The blonde woman's face was hidden by a mask. To Terri's surprise she too wielded an Echani blade, though hers was the traditional long sword. The woman fell into a very familiar stance.
Terri swung the blade to her side and spread her arms dropping into a light curtsey. The woman lowered her blade and copied the stance.
"May your ancestors look favourably onto you this night" Terri spoke
"May yours give you wisdom and strength"
They resumed their stances, the crowd fell silent in anticipation. Minutes ticked by. Terri shifted her position slightly' The woman exploded into action. The air was filled with the clash of steel as furious blows was given and deflected. Sparks flickered briefly at the contact. The battle flowed to and fro across the surface of the pit.
The two combatants jumped back from each other. Both breathing harshly, hair matted with sweat, both flushed from exertion. They knew the battle will be decided in the next move. The woman moved her blade to an overhead position. Terri bent low blade extended forward.
They moved in unison. The buzzer activated and the stun belt triggered. The woman gasped in surprise before she dropped. Terri's blade was horizontally across the woman's stomach, her blade inches way from Terri's neck.
The crowd surged to their feet, howling and clapping. Terri slowly lifted her blade in the air. The noise redoubled.
Curfew was rapidly approaching as the trio headed back to the gravtrain, passing through a narrow pathway. Terri was mock scolding Melissa after she had recounted her tale of the brat. A group of four stepped in view from ahead. A second group closing from behind. The three flowed into a triangle position clearing the others line of fire, Melissa lowerin g the zip on her coverall. The spoiled brat stepped into view from behind the first group.
"No one addresses me like you did. You will beg for forgiveness from your knees."
Melissa looked at her mockingly.
"You are out late. Daddy not missing his princess bouncing on his lap."
Two of the thug snickered at that remark. The Brat turned crimson.
"Get them!" She shrieked
The trio drew their weapons. Melissa slower than the other two. Bolts danced across the passageway. They moved. Three dropped.
Melissa fired as one rushed her. The Quarren grunted as she hit but he kept going dropping his vibroblade. He knocked her over, blaster skittering from her hand, and latched his hands onto her neck her. She tried to break his grip. Blackness was closing in on her. She pulled her knee up and pulled the dagger from her boot. Desperately she slammed it into his neck. The grip loosened and the weight rolled from her. Desperate gurgles filled the air. She rolled away and grabbed her blaster. She spotted the brat running away. Her hand lifted and her finger tightened.
The brat seemed to give a small jump and a twirl as the bolt slammed between her shoulder blades, before dropping like a puppet with its strings cut. The only sound was the slowing gurgles from the Quarren
" Sound off" Terri called.
"I am good." Carth called back.
Melissa stumbled to her feet and rushed the guardrail. Gasping for breath she felt her stomach twist and roll. Terri moved up and grabbed her shoulders.
" Deep breaths. You are safe, we are safe. That is all that matters, Breathe."
Slowly she slowed her breathing and turned around. Carth looked around.
"This is a royal mess." He said with deep sigh.
Terri nodded grimly.
"That is putting it mildly. Whatever we do we need to do it fast" She responded.
Melissa coughed before speaking hoarsely
"Throw them over the rail. They should have disabled the camera system when they set up the ambush."
Terri looked over the rail, only darkness was visible.
"Let's do it. Don't bother stripping the valuables to make it look like a robbery, whoever finds them will do it for us."
The quarren was the first to be raised to the guardrail. Terri motioned Carth to wait. She pulled her blaster and pushed it against the Quarrens hand. She overcharged the shot vaporising the hand. Swiftly she did the second.
" Cannot leave any DNA to be found." She explained.
The brat was the last to be thrown over and the trio walked off to get the train and get to cover before the curfew started.
There was movement as a figure dropped from a streetlight. She skipped over to the battle site. She twirled in a little dance, crowing in delight
"How marvellous the kitten is learning how to play. This will be so fantastic"