Sev Garris sat back in the opulent chair he’d been offered. A thin tendril of smoke leaked from the cigarra pressed between his lips as his heavily lidded baby blues scanned the seemingly empty room. He’d been summoned by the one and only Nor’baal Desilijic Fa'athra. The very target he’d been sent to investigate or eliminate months ago.
The road to this very spot had been riddled with danger. Jacen had earned Peef’s respect before his disappearance and without the Rodian around to act as The Cartels lethal enforcer the opportunity to get in close with the Supreme Mongol had never been greater. So, when he got the call, he wasn’t surprised in the least. Whether they wanted to offer him a job or kill him, well, that still remained to be seen.
A hiss from behind told him someone had entered through the door he’d been escorted through. Seven resisted the urge to look over his shoulder. Any sign of weakness or worry could tip the scales against him and the last thing he needed was to be on uneven ground with one of the most powerful and cunning villains in the galaxy.
Sev took a pull on his cigarra and blew out a plume of smoke.
“So, this thing is getting started soon, or do I need to start charging by the hour?”
The sound of footsteps approaching told him he wasn’t speaking to the Big boss, which meant the being coming up behind was either a servant or that slimy scuzz rat of a majordomo, didn't matter either way, Seven had a part to play and he knew the role well.
@Nor'baal
The road to this very spot had been riddled with danger. Jacen had earned Peef’s respect before his disappearance and without the Rodian around to act as The Cartels lethal enforcer the opportunity to get in close with the Supreme Mongol had never been greater. So, when he got the call, he wasn’t surprised in the least. Whether they wanted to offer him a job or kill him, well, that still remained to be seen.
A hiss from behind told him someone had entered through the door he’d been escorted through. Seven resisted the urge to look over his shoulder. Any sign of weakness or worry could tip the scales against him and the last thing he needed was to be on uneven ground with one of the most powerful and cunning villains in the galaxy.
Sev took a pull on his cigarra and blew out a plume of smoke.
“So, this thing is getting started soon, or do I need to start charging by the hour?”
The sound of footsteps approaching told him he wasn’t speaking to the Big boss, which meant the being coming up behind was either a servant or that slimy scuzz rat of a majordomo, didn't matter either way, Seven had a part to play and he knew the role well.
@Nor'baal