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Chapter Thirty


Sitting behind the desk in his office near the private landing pad, Toman Higaeri girds himself for his latest duel with the dark and brooding man for whom he waits.  Hearing the special whine of repulsor engines, Toman knows that the time has come.  

Standing up from his chair, Toman straightens his tunic, takes in a deep breath and moves toward the door.  As he reaches his hand to the handle he sees it slowly turning. Fast little bugger isn’t he?  Stepping back to allow his arrival entrance, Toman puts on his most charming smile, and as the door begins to swing open, “Nice to see you haven’t lost your touch, Orion.”  

Sliding in through the partially opened door, Vic Orion steps into the office.  “Yeah… Sure.”  With little pomp and no invitation, Vic simply sits down in the available chair and waits for Toman to round his own desk and take his position.  “What’s all this talk about making other jobs worthless?  I’ve had a lot of good ones lately, what makes yours so special?”  

Quick and to the point, Toman would expect nothing less from this consummate professional.  Carefully taking his seat, making sure to never lose eye contact with the hired gun, Toman prepares to make his pitch.  “Glad to have your interest, Orion.  And that was no boast...  This job will offer you money, of course, but also a few more opportunities than you’ve had in recent assignments.”  Toman is hoping that his vague description will gain the dark man’s interest.  

Vic shifts his taut frame in the chair and leans forward, ever so slightly, “Spit it out, Higaeri.  I don’t have the time or the patience for your theatrics.  If this is some lame bounty hunter job, contact Darius Fett and quit wasting my time.”  The steely gaze that Vic throws across the desk and the unexpected outburst causes Higaeri to move on.  

“No, no it’s a hit, but it’s a hit where precision is more important than any other job you’ve ever done.  And it has to be perfect, no mistakes, therefore Mr. Fett is not a consideration.”  Toman knows that the skill involved in such an action will be great and Orion is the only man for the job.  If the job is to go off right, that is.  

“Sounds a little too subversive for your tastes, Higaeri.  Who’d you tick off to get stuck with this one, old man?”  Vic sits back in his chair once again, never betraying his interest in the nature of this job.  Toman could not tell what Vic was thinking by looking at him.  The man was a rock. Vic knew it would certainly be a challenge to his skills and he never liked to be challenged by someone else.  That thought alone made Vic angry.  

“That is irrelevant to the task at hand. . .”  Toman throws him an envelope.  “Here’s your entrance fee.  And inside that envelope is the price for the job, if you take it.  There will be no further details until you’ve agreed to the deal.”  Toman’s resolve was solid and Vic knew that he would get nothing else from the cunning smuggler chief without accepting the job.  

Opening the envelope he quickly counts off his initial pay and then separates the note from the credits and peers at the price.  Careful not to betray any of his thoughts to the man before him, Vic realizes that the price alone would be worth the job, but it also meant the job was much more than anything he had ever done before, and a great deal more involved than he was currently being told. Had Toman recruited anyone else for the job, the lackey would definitely be in it for the reputation.  Reputation was something Vic cared nothing for.  It was for the love of money.  This job was going to pay, and it was going to pay handsomely.  

Sitting patiently behind his desk, Toman understands Orion’s reluctance to say anything right away.  Knowing the amount would be enough to get anyone to try the job, and also knowing that Vic would realize just how involved the job would be because of the money willing to be spent on it.  He suspected that Vic would try to get some time to consider it.  So, it came as a complete surprise when a slight smile tugged at the corner of Vic’s mouth, and that smile was one that sent cold chills running up and down his spine.  

“You are persuasive, Toman.  I can’t argue that the price is well worth it.”  Vic sat back with a sense of self-satisfaction that he had not felt since he eliminated his double-crossing employer so long ago.  “So, what are these ‘opportunities’ you’ve mentioned?”  

Knowing that the zoneball was now in his court, Toman showed his own smile and carefully handed Vic the data-card, “Well, do you remember a kid from Jaquillen’s organization by the name of Reklaw?”  

That name caught Vic completely off-guard, though he never showed it.  Inside his mind was a whirl of possibilities, but his face remained stone hard as he listened to Higaeri reveal all of his careful plans.  The strategy was sound, even if the motives were not really known to Vic.  And he had to admit that working for the right people made this a very interesting job.  But how was he going to handle the Reklaw problem.  The kid will figure this all out, one way or another; he always does.  And I’m not sure I want that kind of skifter card in the mix. Mulling over his choices in his head, Vic knows that he could never cut the kid out of the equation, but he had to have some control to make it work.  “I have only one condition, beyond the norm that is. . .”  Waiting for Higaeri’s response, Vic tries to appear even calmer.  

“If it’s within reason.”  

“Reklaw needs to be on a need to know basis.  If he’s involved with this little scheme of yours, I want him let in on it after the fact, not before.”  Vic was very stern and could not be moved from his position.  

“That seems to be the case anyway.  I haven’t had confirmation that he has gone beyond the task I hired him for, but should he continue on to the conclusion, I will personally inform him of your involvement...  Will that suffice?”  

Vic thinks about it a minute, “No, I’ll tell him...  He and I have some business to discuss after this job anyway.  Saves me the time of tracking him down.”  

Toman goes into his desk searching for some paperwork. “So we have a deal, wonderful,” He continues to shuffle around in his desk.  Finally finding what he was looking for, Toman begins to look up, “It was a pleasure doing…” The door was left wide open and Vic was long gone.  

Creator: PtrsonsZOO (Jennifer) & Joseph_Orion (Joey)

 

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