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The news had come as a shock to Dalang.
Elena Markovich, the lovely 20-something daughter of Police Chief Jakob Markovich, had been shot in the heart. She'd been enjoying dinner with her boyfriend when a gunman in a speeder drove by, riddling her and her beloved with a volley of ballistic pistol fire.
Dalang had no love for her father. The man had railroaded him out of the Police Department and had condemned Dalang to the life of a simple thug in the undercity. His daughter was different, though. He remembered her clear as day; as sweet and innocent as they came, Elena had had a bright future. She was everything her father wasn't, and so much more. She didn't deserve to die, not so young.
Understandably, every precinct under Markovich's command was in an uproar. One of their own had been attacked and they were going after the culprit with a vengeance. The attack had occurred scarcely six hours ago and they were already mobilized - Dalang had to admire their swift, if predictable, response. They were analyzing the crime scene, searching for suspects and witnesses, and preparing to launch a full-bore manhunt to bring in their man.
He sighed as he walked out of the hospital, his tail swaying and both paws thrust into his pockets. His Ninety-Ten tugged at his belt, the weight of the powerful handgun a comfort to the former police officer. Dal caught a cab to Edaj Citcalag Megamart; more specifically, the mall in which the Megamart was housed. The mostly-abandoned mall served as apartment complexes to Citcalag's employees, Dalang included.
The feline arrived within half an hour. He'd intended to completely flee Coruscant, but with Jiang's daughter in the hospital, they wouldn't be going anywhere anytime soon. He figured that he might as well gather up what few things he'd left behind. The feline paid the cab pilot and hopped out onto the local spaceport's taxi pad, and began making his way through the crowded streets leading towards the nearby mall.
Little did he realize that the Police had already identified the handgun that had fired the killing shots, and that the handgun was his old service pistol. A bounty of nearly 40,000 credits had been placed on his head, and while only the most well-connected of hunters and criminals had heard of the bounty, it was only a matter of time until every hunter and their grandmother was chasing him. He was running out of time, and he didn't even know it.
Elena Markovich, the lovely 20-something daughter of Police Chief Jakob Markovich, had been shot in the heart. She'd been enjoying dinner with her boyfriend when a gunman in a speeder drove by, riddling her and her beloved with a volley of ballistic pistol fire.
Dalang had no love for her father. The man had railroaded him out of the Police Department and had condemned Dalang to the life of a simple thug in the undercity. His daughter was different, though. He remembered her clear as day; as sweet and innocent as they came, Elena had had a bright future. She was everything her father wasn't, and so much more. She didn't deserve to die, not so young.
Understandably, every precinct under Markovich's command was in an uproar. One of their own had been attacked and they were going after the culprit with a vengeance. The attack had occurred scarcely six hours ago and they were already mobilized - Dalang had to admire their swift, if predictable, response. They were analyzing the crime scene, searching for suspects and witnesses, and preparing to launch a full-bore manhunt to bring in their man.
He sighed as he walked out of the hospital, his tail swaying and both paws thrust into his pockets. His Ninety-Ten tugged at his belt, the weight of the powerful handgun a comfort to the former police officer. Dal caught a cab to Edaj Citcalag Megamart; more specifically, the mall in which the Megamart was housed. The mostly-abandoned mall served as apartment complexes to Citcalag's employees, Dalang included.
The feline arrived within half an hour. He'd intended to completely flee Coruscant, but with Jiang's daughter in the hospital, they wouldn't be going anywhere anytime soon. He figured that he might as well gather up what few things he'd left behind. The feline paid the cab pilot and hopped out onto the local spaceport's taxi pad, and began making his way through the crowded streets leading towards the nearby mall.
Little did he realize that the Police had already identified the handgun that had fired the killing shots, and that the handgun was his old service pistol. A bounty of nearly 40,000 credits had been placed on his head, and while only the most well-connected of hunters and criminals had heard of the bounty, it was only a matter of time until every hunter and their grandmother was chasing him. He was running out of time, and he didn't even know it.