He sat on the building and quickly brought his blaster sniper up, pointing towards the cantina. He rested the barrel of the blaster on his left arm and and gripped the handle. He had not gone on any hunts after he had lost his hand and this hunt would certainly give him the credits to get a robotic hand. He looked through the scope and through the windows of the cantina but could not see his target, he saw a bunch of drunks playing cards. He quickly went over all the windows on the front side of the cantina but his target could not be seen. "You got to be farking kidding me!" he said as he heard the door to the roof open. He turned around and saw a man who looked to be in his early twenties. He had black hair and wore a security guard uniform. "PUT THE WEAPON DOWN!" the guard shouted "You ain't too smart, are you?" he replied before raising the blaster and firing. The guard crumpled to the floor and was clearly dead and Tross could not stop himself from grinning as he ran down the steps. When he made it to the exit, he pushed his way through employees and customers and finally ran out the door. He ran across the street which almost cost him his life as a land speeder raced down the street. He ran into the cantina and searched the bar and saw the Ithorian drinking potwa. Tross however, prefered the hostile approach over the friendly. He slung the blaster rifle over his shoulder and slowly unlatched his blaster pistol holster. He removed the weapon from the holster, making his way over to Cor. He was about to place the barrel of the blaster up against Cor's skull and pull the trigger but a drunk stumbled into him, almost making him drop the weapon. He quickly brought the handle of the blaster down onto the drunk's skull, sending him straight to the floor. He then walked up behind Cor and placed the barrel of the blaster up against his back. "Ok, put down the mug and let's go" Tross whispered.
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