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Everyone has to start somewhere. Alfie was currently a nobody, which had it's perks, but also a few cons. For one, he couldn't demand any sort of long term respect- for now he had to earn that privilege. So far, hunting rogue gunslinger-wannabes was all Alfie could shoot for. It wasn't hard money- just a pain in the ass. The Weequay target had souped up speeder and out ran Alfie. Twice. He wasn't going to let that happen again.
However, now the young Veteran had an accomplice working with him rather than for him. It wasn't a big deal. If she died, that meant more credits and renown for himself. There was still that flash of memory- of a woman dancing in a blue dress, gazing up into his eyes with more love than the galaxy could hold- It wasn't my fault. He reminded himself, pushing the faded and jaded memories aside. If this new 'partner' of his couldn't keep up, then she wasn't cut out for this life.
"Here's the deal, missy," Alfie lit a cigar, inhaled, and blew a smoke ring. "You will man the repeater on The Endeavor. We will hunt this bastard down and you will have the honor of gunning him down." Did she even know how to shoot a gun? Well, now she had to or there would be hell to pay. Alfie would've preferred blasting the Weequay thug into dust, but no one sat in his cockpit and flew his ship. "No causalities, either. Anything you hit that isn't our speeding miscreant will be docked from your cut." His utterly blank expression and unimpressed tone would've made it perfectly clear that he wasn't messing around.
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