Mad Abner

[Clayton]

"So anyway, she comes up to me and says 'look, these prices are up 7% from last time, and last time was up 4% from the month before. We're going to have to find another supplier if this continues.' which is pretty laughable, right?" droned the wealthy businessman in the backseat as if he was telling the build-up to a Holody Award-worthy comedic performance. "Of course I ask her where she's going to get product as quality as mine, in the same number, with the same reliability of service? Nowhere, of course. I'm at the top of the food chain here. She goes somewhere else, I have the power to supply her competitors at a competitive price that my competition can't match. Like, she's of no use in the boardroom, get back in the bedroom huh?" The exec laughed at that and began to type a message out on his datapad.

Abner, in the driver's seat, did his best to tune the man out and focus on his driving, road conditions, and what other drivers were doing. Defensive driving was not best done while kicking back and having a few laughs. A pair of sunglasses covered his eyes from any surprise glare of the sun, but also to obscure the direction of his gaze. The Mando did not find bodyguard work to be terribly exciting. In fact, he preferred it that way. If he got paid good credits to stand around and essentially do nothing physically dangerous, that was a good day's work. It sure as hell beat tracking down fugitives hiding in spice dens with who knows how many biohazardous, sharp objects laying around waiting to be used as a weapon by some strung-out junkie.


@Sreeya

 

[Sreeya]

She checked her datapad one more time. Yep, that was definitely him. The sleazy exec that had gone to the top of the food chain through less than ethical means now had a bounty on him. She almost didn’t take the job because these sleazeballs were usually difficult to track, but the money was tempting. Her last intel placed him coming down the road from where she stood, poised atop the ledge of a building. From here, she had a clear vantage point without being too high to do anything.

She crouched in preparation, watching the speeder get close as she leveled her rifle. She eyed the exec through her scope and watched him carefully for a moment, preparing for the fatal shot. However, the speeder jerked to turn at just the right moment, her shot missing and blasting into the back of the speeder inches next to the man. She cursed out loud, realizing that she blew her opportunity.

Deciding to go for a hail Andraste, she sprang right off the edge of the roof and landed on the back of the speeder. She clung on, the exec now screaming his head off. Of course, she had no idea that his driver was doubling as a bodyguard – he didn’t match the description she had been given of his usual bodyguard. She attempted to climb onto the speeder from the back, determined to drag the exec out to finish her business if she had to.


@Clayton

 

[Clayton]

A cargo-hauler merged into the lane ahead of them, which irritated Abner. There wasn't an intersection coming up, and it wouldn't even be the right lane for that. Abner also did not like having much of his vision of the road ahead blocked off. He glanced in the mirror to make sure no other speeders had snuck up on him, and shifted lanes to try and go around the hauler. Something struck the back of the speeder at that point and for a moment Abner thought it might have been a little love-tap from a careless driver. The glowing edges of a hole in the speeder's body, coupled with smoke, dispelled that possibility.

The exec was a little slower on the uptake, but figured it out soon enough. He gave a surprised yelp as the realization that he was under fire dawned on him. A much louder exclamation, this time in the form of a swear, escaped his mouth next as a woman dropped down onto the read of the speeder. Abner, who had opened his mouth to order the exec to get down, allowed himself an incredulous, internal "da frak?" at the balls this bad bitch must have to pull a stunt like that. "Get down!" Abner barked. He reacted quickly, accelerating and then executing a swift lane change hoping that the sudden change in momentum and direction would send the woman flying before she could get a solid grip and footing.

His charge, the now panicked and cursing exec, was seatbelted so she would have her work cut out in hauling him through the window while also dealing with the perilous shift in motion of the speeder. Abner reached down without looking to the space between the driver seat and center island where he'd stored a compact holdout blaster. In confined quarters such as this, smaller was better. He changed lanes once more into a straightaway that was clear ahead for several hundred feet, and glanced into the mirror once more to see if he needed to take any further action.

@Sreeya