Ragos Terrek
a.k.a. Ghost
Rasgos slipped past the gate while a disguised Carter kept the other guard distracted. He was able to get into the safe house no problem. It was like the guards purposely didn’t want to see him. He made his way silently past two guards who were arguing about which one of them should have to take out a big box of trash, hiding himself from view behind several rows of large container units.
Ragos had to stop and crouch low behind one of the containers when a guard and a wequay in a thousand credit suit came from down the stairs.
Must be gunda.
The weequay and his escort stopped at one the containers punched a series of numbers onto a keypad and lifted the lid. Ragos’ eyes went wide when he saw what was inside. Spice, a whole karking load of it. Gunda took a brick out of the crate and went back up the stairs unaware that Ragos was on his heels. Gunda’s bodyguard, a human, tried to close the door of the upstairs office but found it blocked by Ragos’ foot, looked up and found himself staring down the barrel of Ragos’ blaster pistol.
“Close that damn do-” Gunda was starting to say when his man was shoved forcefully in the room by Ragos.
It took no thought at all to squeeze the trigger of his blaster, a smoking hole appeared in the bodyguard’s chest as he slumped over. The weequay called Gunda didn’t even have time to look surprised before Ragos put two blaster bolts into his face.
Ragos hurried over to the desk that the now dead spice dealer was laying under and began digging through the drawer as quickly as he could, shoving aside anything that looked mundane. He could feel the presence of the guards downstairs becoming…less, he assumed that had something to do with Carter, who he could sense was on the stairs now, headed right for this room. Ragos found what looked like an empty data pad and shoved it in his back pocket, he also found a small hold out blaster. He pulled the weapon out and shot close enough to his arm to get singed and hastily tossed the blaster near Gunda, trying to make it seem like there was a shoot out and he had been forced to kill the sleemo.
The only thing now was to wait for Carter, get the husband and get out. He’d come back for the spice later.
Marcus Carter
Ragos had to stop and crouch low behind one of the containers when a guard and a wequay in a thousand credit suit came from down the stairs.
Must be gunda.
The weequay and his escort stopped at one the containers punched a series of numbers onto a keypad and lifted the lid. Ragos’ eyes went wide when he saw what was inside. Spice, a whole karking load of it. Gunda took a brick out of the crate and went back up the stairs unaware that Ragos was on his heels. Gunda’s bodyguard, a human, tried to close the door of the upstairs office but found it blocked by Ragos’ foot, looked up and found himself staring down the barrel of Ragos’ blaster pistol.
“Close that damn do-” Gunda was starting to say when his man was shoved forcefully in the room by Ragos.
It took no thought at all to squeeze the trigger of his blaster, a smoking hole appeared in the bodyguard’s chest as he slumped over. The weequay called Gunda didn’t even have time to look surprised before Ragos put two blaster bolts into his face.
Ragos hurried over to the desk that the now dead spice dealer was laying under and began digging through the drawer as quickly as he could, shoving aside anything that looked mundane. He could feel the presence of the guards downstairs becoming…less, he assumed that had something to do with Carter, who he could sense was on the stairs now, headed right for this room. Ragos found what looked like an empty data pad and shoved it in his back pocket, he also found a small hold out blaster. He pulled the weapon out and shot close enough to his arm to get singed and hastily tossed the blaster near Gunda, trying to make it seem like there was a shoot out and he had been forced to kill the sleemo.
The only thing now was to wait for Carter, get the husband and get out. He’d come back for the spice later.
Marcus Carter