“I’m going to ask one more time,” The voice growled, “Who sent you?”
It was very rare that Edin slipped up this bad. It was true that he was far more careful when doing an assassin job, but he was hired for a side gig in this case. He was to infiltrate this gang hideout and internally lower their defenses to allow his employers, a rival gang, to burst in and steamroll the place. While he had calculated everything, he hadn’t accounted for a particular Rodian having the shits and being stuck in a nearby bathroom stall for ages. As a result, the man came out and saw Edin crouched behind a crate where he wasn’t supposed to be.
And that’s why he was currently tied to a chair staring at said Rodian’s boss, a mean looking Trandoshan with one eye. The Rodian that turned him in was standing next to him, though looking decidedly uncomfortable as he kept clutching at his stomach.
“The better question is how long do we have before your frog shits himself?” Edin jutted his chin at the Rodian that was squirming where he stood.
Thwack!
Edin had expected it, but the backhand still hurt. He grimaced, his face bright red from the hit. He knew he would be here a while. This hideout was lucrative because it contained several spice refineries and the formula for a strain that was especially addictive. Whoever got a hold of this would be rolling in the credits. If someone else were trying to break in, they both had a diversion in the form of Edin being a captive and also a bigger problem since the hideout henchmen were now on alert.
@Song