The scarlet Togruta covered the stairs as her partner ascended. With blasters drawn, she stayed at the bottom of the stairs, in case trouble came from the outside. She wasn't going to let them get shot in the back. She could feel that their troubles weren't over. Her spine tingled, something...
Chitsah dismounted from the bike, loading her grenade launcher with the two rounds and clipping the extra to her belt before handing the remaining three to Tyler, in addition to his mask and goggles. She donned her own mask, securing it tightly around her mouth and nose. She hoisted the firearm...
They aren't piss drunk. That helps. But I can change my post around so that Chitsah fumbles with sorting her stuff out and then goes through the alley down to the back.
Also, Chitsah went out front and circled around to the back. What she meant when she told Tyler to go after them was to follow...
He was going for it. He was going to take the drink. Just another second and then-
"Dammit!" Chitsah hissed. "He knocked it over. He knocked the damn glass over." She looked across to her partner. "They already know my face. Go after them, I'll circle around back." She grabbed her clutch and...
Chitsah produced a credit chit from the pouch on the back of her belt. "This should square us," she said, passing it to the mangy Bothan to complete the transaction. "I'll see you again real soon, Reek. Take care you old dog." She winked and blew him a kiss as she headed out the door and...
"Screw that. Trickery isn't working. I wasn't expecting a small-time dealer to be that smart or that well protected," Chitsah hissed. "Good thing I brought money for extra supplies. I know an arms dealer, establishment isn't too far from here." She took the helmet, and gave Tyler a bemused look...