Pitch Right, Hutt! Hutt!
A Laborious Undertaking
Mission Pack: Pabol Hutta
They had an appointment with Durr, a powerful crime lord and a member of the Hutt Grand Council. If Russo's grand design of controlling labor, particularly shipping and transport labor across the region, having the blessing of the Hutts was an absolute necessity. Certainly, Hutt power has diminished greatly, so much so that "Hutt Space" is now called "Syndicate Space" and covers a significantly smaller area. Still, the reach of the Hutts and their financial means were quite extensive. Their assassins were top notch. Their bounty hunters reamined cruel, cunning and ruthlessly efficient. If the Hutts wanted Russo to end an operation he didn't have permission to start on their turf, they wouldn't end the operation. They would end Russo.
And now, with AMS ravaging the planet of Nal Hutta, the Hutts were taking no chances. Anyone who stepped within 500 yards of a Hutt palace ran the risk of a sniper bolt in the cranium, being ran over by speeders, or some of other manner of grizzly death a hundred different ways. Sal had an appointment, but he still couldn't just ride into their quarantine zone. Better safe than sorry, Russo and It0 would stop about 600 yards short of the palace front door. Durr would send someone out to them. He was sure that they would run some sort of test, diagnostic, or something to ensure they didn't have or were carrying AMS.
He was also fairly sure they would take the two DG-34 Peacemakers on each hip. He wasn't so sure about the vibroblade. Possibly that as well. He wore his blast vest under his shirt and leather jacket, but that wouldn't do him any good. If things went south, he couldn't stop the Hutts from killing him or worse. But, if you ever wanted to be a high roller, you had to be willing to place big boy bets. Russo looked at his droid partner and smirked. "If we don't walk out of the palace, it was a pleasure working with you, It0."
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