Calm and precise footsteps of methodical and incoming cruelty made their way down the halls of the facility. Stepping over or around the corpses of fallen criminals, they made way for the facility's hanger where their prize waited. Miss Blonde wanted her item, and despite how much Roark and his ilk deserved to die in such a fashion she was not here to solely be the catalyst for his demise. No there were other reasons for her being here, and soon they would all be revealed.
"You all did very well today. I apologize if any of what you saw here today has been damaging. It's not a pretty world we live in, nor is this a generous line of work. In fact it's rather capricious in nature and for that I do apologize once more, if you need time off then I completely understand." Talking as they walked down the hall, Blonde and her posse eventually reached the door that lead into the hanger.
It had seemed her men might of already visited the area seeing how there was a wounded man leaning against the door. He wore the classic imperial army uniform and at around the lower right iliac region of his chest it was saturated in blood from what looked to be some sort of puncture wound. Didn't really matter though, not like anyone was here to help him.
Calmly standing there the crime lord reached into her coat pocket and pulled her Czerka machine pistol. As the boy sat there weakly protesting the act of his impending death, Blonde casually put her foot down against his chest to push his back against the wall to reduce struggle.
"So here's the plan." Blonde said as she pulled back the weapon's chamber to see if a round was in the barrel. There was.
"I'm going to have one of my War Dogs wipe the cameras, feeds, and any evidence of our meeting here today. Once that's done-" Blonde then turned off the safety of her weapon and twirled the pistol once in her hand before aiming it at the wounded young man.
"As that's happening we make our exfil right here. Leave the slaves to me, I'll call the pigs or something. I doubt they will rat on their liberators." There were a few struggles and weak taps against Blonde's pant leg but in the end the last thing the man heard was the loud crack of a pistol.
Removing her leg from the headshot corpse, Blonde opened the door and then stepped into the hanger where two of their drop ships had been waiting and surrounding their perimeter were her War Dogs getting ready to usher in the people who had come along for the ride.
"This is where I make my leave of you sadly. I will not be accompanying you on the drop ship. I have my own ride. Best of luck and be sure to prepare yourself for the next mission. Your payment will be sent once we leave." And then she made her leave of them.
Moving across the hanger to a more private area where a wall separated the common area, Blonde stabbed her anti security blade into the lock and soon it's door yielded to her. So what had been worth all this trouble? Well that was simple, laid out before her was an item that had been lost since the Dark Harvest, since when the older woman was but a young adult living on Zeltros at the time.
It was an X-Wing, but it wasn't just any X-Wing. It was his, the man who at one point in history was considered to be the very last of the Jedi. Funny how they seemed to have an overabundance of them now of days but Blonde wasn't going to get into that. For now she just let her War Dogs do her job of wiping the the logs and feeds of this facility before taking out one of her long range com links.
Dialing up a long time pain in her ass, she would reach the frequency of the Galactic Alliance and [member="HK-36"] a droid she rather despised for constantly interfering in her various jobs across the Galaxy.
Hello HK, if you're getting this message then it's because I need a favor. It's Miss Blonde by the way. Anyways, back on track. I'm looking at about a hundred slaves here, and while normally I'm not one for leaving witnesses alive these people have had a hard enough life. They don't deserve to die here. So I'm entrusting their care to you. I've left about two hundred and fifty thousand credits in a lounge area for them, and I expect that you will make sure they get every last credit. For all your nonsensical blabbering and insufferable do gooding I am aware you are an honorable droid. Now this is the part of the message where I threaten you, your ego says I'm not capable of anything and I'm nothing to you. That whole bit. So don't try anything please, I'd hate to to spill more blood. Now you'll find these people on a small facility on Anoth located at these coordinates, this message will take roughly twenty minutes to reach you so I'll be long gone by the time it gets to you. I bid you a good day." After transmitting the message and coordinates, Blonde threw the comm unit on the floor and then crushed it into tiny little pieces with an augmented strike as to not have it be used to track anyone.
With everything all settled the woman climbed into the cockpit, started up the old bird, and then left the facility hopefully with her employees having done the same. This job had been a success and soon another Syndicate auction was on the horizon.
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