Serren Leonis
Phantom
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Serren wasn't going to go easy on Holden Tark . He'd been stupid enough to piss off Jolene Bastra and that made him as good as dead. She squeezed the trigger, sending a red bolt towards the pile of crates he was using as cover. Then, another. And another.
"You're the one that wanted to do this the hard way," Serren called, her tone had an edge cut that could cut glass.
While she gave him this tiny respite, the woman clad in black holstered her blaster and took a rifle off her shoulder. Staring him down with a sharp eye, she let the laser sight pin a red dot to his chest. Okay, so she might have been toying with Holden a bit. But it was mighty fun to shoot at him. She wasn't actually going to kill him right now. He'd live long enough to give back what he owed -- Serren would actually make sure of that.
Otherwise, she'd be the one getting an earful from Jo.
It had been a simple job -- any smuggler would have had it done and left Jo's with coin in hand. Why had this guy missed his deadline? Serren wasn't actually interested in why... only when he'd be giving up what he owed.
"Come out," she said, keeping her sight fixed on him. "And give me the idol."