The next morning, Fixer awoke to several messages of admiration in his inbox. He began walking around the halls of The Prosecutor reading them on his datapad before accidently bumping into Tabura outside Hanger A. He helped her back up whilst apologizing profusely.
"It's fine Fixer, it was my fault. I wasn't looking where I was going." she explained.
He helped her pick up the books that had fallen out of her bag before realising "Wait are these…"
"The Rules of Combat by Sun Fac? Yeah, as many as I could carry."
"Who wants all these different editions?"
Tabura was about to answer before remembering something important. "He was very insistent that I didn't tell anyone his identity."
Fixer gave a smirk. "Nice try Six-Two" he muttered to himself before stating "Miss Tabura, I will buy all of them right now."
"All of them?" she echoed; her merchant instincts kicked in as she quickly took back the book in his hand. "I was offered 50 credits."
"I will give you 100."
"Deal!" Fixer quickly transferred the money to her account before she shook his hand and handed over the overstuffed satchel. He carried the bookbag back to his living quarters, passing by Bullseye who was on his way to the canteen.
Boss was sat on a quiet table filling in a form on a datapad. He looked up to see Bullseye smiling warmly at him.
"Hello sir."
"Gamma-11" responded Boss.
Bullseye sat next to him to put the squad leader at ease. "No need to be so polite sir, you can just call me Bullseye".
Boss put his datapad away, feeling slightly uncomfortable. "Okay Bullseye, do you need anything?"
"I just wanted you to know that the DC-17's are always put on their lowest setting.
"Good."
"And they've updated the model to prevent misfires."
"I should hope so."
"And I've asked miss Tabura if she can standby for psychological aid."
Boss put his hand up to silence him. "Bullseye, why are you telling me this?"
"Sir, I know what happened last time and I wanted to reassure you that-"
"Did Sev put you up to this?" Boss interrupted, quickly realising what was happening.
"So, you don't want to take the test?" asked a confused Bullseye.
"No, I don't want to take your stupid test! I'm happy with my own hand blaster!
"Then yeah, he told me you really wanted the DC-17 but you were too nervous, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry." Bullseye quickly backtracked at the Delta leader's outburst, instantly regretting his friendship with Sev.
"Tell me Bullseye, are you happy in Gamma squad?" asked Boss.
"Heck yeah. Best squad in the republic, why?"
"I think we'll need a new sniper after I kill Sev!"
"Gotcha although if he asks, can you say you interrogated me before I snitched on him?" Bullseye requested.
Boss looked at Sev's friend in disbelief. "…Bullseye, you're also a sniper right?"
The outgoing weaselly sharpshooter before him smiled and give a mini salute "Yes sirrie, crack-shot born and bred just like Sev! Why do you ask?"
"…no reason."
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Authors notes:
This is a bit of a short chapter but keep an eye out for the next 3 which I'm quite proud of. Not to spoil things too much but chapter 7 will have fighting!