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Mrlsst. It was an uncomfortably humid world to the Runner, Corso. He preferred milder worlds such as Corellia, or arid worlds like Kuar, which he had recently visited. Were it up to him, he would not be here, especially on such a vile assignment as the one his masters had handed down to him.
He was here to assassinate Crlisst Herssek, a Mrlssi diplomat.
The human man, dressed in faded olive pants along with a light leather jacket worn unzipped over a navy blue tee-shirt, slowly made his way down the streets of the city. He carried a large aluminum case in his right hand, which held a nasty little surprise for the diplomat. One he wouldn't need to be close to use, unlike the silenced .45 pistol he carried in a holster hidden at the small of his back, just in case.
The streets were unusually empty for being at dusk; he would have thought more citizens would be outside. But he wasn't complaining. The less witnesses, the better it would go.
Corso was coming closer to the spaceport, the diplomat should be touching down any moment now. 'The Bastards', as he liked to call them, had a contact at the spaceport; the moment hapless Herssek landed, he would know exactly where he was, where he was going, and how many guards he had with him. Easy, right?
He sighed, and pulled a datapad out of a pocket in his trench coat as he walked. He'd find out soon enough.
He was here to assassinate Crlisst Herssek, a Mrlssi diplomat.
The human man, dressed in faded olive pants along with a light leather jacket worn unzipped over a navy blue tee-shirt, slowly made his way down the streets of the city. He carried a large aluminum case in his right hand, which held a nasty little surprise for the diplomat. One he wouldn't need to be close to use, unlike the silenced .45 pistol he carried in a holster hidden at the small of his back, just in case.
The streets were unusually empty for being at dusk; he would have thought more citizens would be outside. But he wasn't complaining. The less witnesses, the better it would go.
Corso was coming closer to the spaceport, the diplomat should be touching down any moment now. 'The Bastards', as he liked to call them, had a contact at the spaceport; the moment hapless Herssek landed, he would know exactly where he was, where he was going, and how many guards he had with him. Easy, right?
He sighed, and pulled a datapad out of a pocket in his trench coat as he walked. He'd find out soon enough.