Zad shook his head in disbelief. Idiot. He thought toward the screen on the console in his cockpit. Idiot of a Ranger, Mr. Ruzed, to have missed the details. How had he managed to blank the robber leaving the bank back at Lothal? How had he managed to miss the dots that were connected to the dagger and the Huttese?
You’re getting old, partner… He was. But there was no stopping it. Zad Ruzed was aging with the universe that gave him up and there was just no stopping it. Ah well… The Ranger twisted his cigarette out, downed his glass of whisky, rubbed the back of his head and parked his ship at a port on Lothal.
The Iron Justice opened its maw for a man of justice to walk the ramp, big iron on his hip, hidden behind a long black leather coat. In the Outer Rim, this Ranger’s home sector was Arvala, but business brought him to Lothal as business brought the Rangers anywhere and everywhere.
Huttese. Dagger. Smoke curled toward a cloudy sky as Zad Ruzed hugged the backseat of a taxi that took him to an inn. He had no mind of staying the night but someone else might. The cab driver didn’t know it but he had been tailing the car in front of him this whole time.
Dagger. Huttese. The Ranger had since connected the dots. Now he was following their origin point. The other Human had no idea of the Ranger keeping his distance behind, walking through the rain, before the pair arrived on a higher floor.
Zad exited one elevator, his target another. The latter reached a door. The former expected a keycard to come out. But a hand did. He’s knocking. Clearly the gangster was meeting someone, but who? Hugging the wall of a corridor, Zad made sure no one else was in the area and watched.
You’re getting old, partner… He was. But there was no stopping it. Zad Ruzed was aging with the universe that gave him up and there was just no stopping it. Ah well… The Ranger twisted his cigarette out, downed his glass of whisky, rubbed the back of his head and parked his ship at a port on Lothal.
The Iron Justice opened its maw for a man of justice to walk the ramp, big iron on his hip, hidden behind a long black leather coat. In the Outer Rim, this Ranger’s home sector was Arvala, but business brought him to Lothal as business brought the Rangers anywhere and everywhere.
Huttese. Dagger. Smoke curled toward a cloudy sky as Zad Ruzed hugged the backseat of a taxi that took him to an inn. He had no mind of staying the night but someone else might. The cab driver didn’t know it but he had been tailing the car in front of him this whole time.
Dagger. Huttese. The Ranger had since connected the dots. Now he was following their origin point. The other Human had no idea of the Ranger keeping his distance behind, walking through the rain, before the pair arrived on a higher floor.
Zad exited one elevator, his target another. The latter reached a door. The former expected a keycard to come out. But a hand did. He’s knocking. Clearly the gangster was meeting someone, but who? Hugging the wall of a corridor, Zad made sure no one else was in the area and watched.
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