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Silky Club was a very exclusive place. Unlike most establishments in the Blue Sector of Coronet City, Silky Club was definitely high class, with top-end security and a no trouble policy. It was perfect for illicit business excanges, and Sonny Mills had used it several times before as a meeting place. The bouncer at the door was busy denying a couple of Bith entrance when Mills approached. The man recognized him, and offered him a simple nod as he stepped out of the way. Mills stepped inside, and immediately, music from the, for once, all human cantina band, reached his ears, with the sweet, welcome fragrance of the twi'lek dancers' perfume.
He walked right through the cantina, offering a smile to a pretty twi'lek girl on the way, a nod to the bartender, and finally a second one to the two guards standing by the door in the back. Both men carried blasters close at hand, and were there as security to keep people from entering the VIP section of the large cantina uninvited. When Mills approached, however, one of them opened the door for him without hesitation. Mills stepped through without a word. The guards had already been informed there would be others following him. They hadn't been told why, but it didn't take a genius to figure out that part.
The seller would arrive first, as Sonny had arranged it, so that they'd be able to prepare for the deal before the buyers arrived. But first he had to make his own preparations - part of the package deal people received when hiring Sonny Mills as a middleman was security. Protection against the law, but also protection from being ripped off by the buyers.
The VIP section was as expected empty, though the music was still playing, and the entirety of the VIP section flashing in a myriad of cascading colors dominated by purple strobes. A large glass table in the center of the room was waiting for Mills, complete with a bottle of champagne and plenty of glasses. Mills approached it. Carrying a briefcase, he placed it on the table, and opened it. Out of it he brought electronic equipment that tracked surveillance equipment. He worked quickly, setting it up, and throughout the next few minutes, sweapt the room in its entirety for bugs, hidden cameras, and also explosives. It was clean.
He packed up the equipment again, and shot it into hiding under a sofa by the wall. A quick glance at his golden wristwatch told him that he only had a few minutes, and so he brought out his large calibre semi-automatic slugthrower pistol, made sure it was fully loaded, and holstered it again under his left arm, the holster hidden by his expensive grey suit jacket. In case anything went wrong, he wanted to be ready. That was the most important rule of their line of work; always be ready. Satisfied, he placed a cigarette in the side of his mouth and lit it. It was time for his client, and the buyers, to arrive.
They were all going to make a lot of cash tonight.