Adelai Niska 
The High Opera; Alderaan

The booth at the upper end of the Opera house was barely occupied. Adelai Niska was seated in the seat he typically reserved when he spared the time to attend to entertainments like this, though rarely was it all entertainment. Events like this also tended to serve as somewhat of a standard business meet. The opera continued on below as Niska patiently listened. 

The man sitting next to him was more nervous. Though the Syndicate was not one to shy away from violence, cruelty and torture, it was still less than comforting to be near a man who literally revelled in a 'Solid Reputation' built upon it. "I was asked to see you." The man said and immediately regretted it based on the frown the elderly gentleman gave him. A frown that vanished shortly afterwards. 

"I'm sure you were. I doubt you'd be here voluntarily." Niska replied. "Especially since you have no reputation." Niska continued. "You were sent because you are, ultimately, expendable, yes?" Niska said and the man knew it wasn't a real question. And the manner in which the third occupant of the booth hovered cleaning his fingernails with an inactive vibroknife. Crow watched all too bored and the man wondered when the brute might decide to practice on him, unknowing that it was a carefully designed approach to aiding his boss. "But you would not be sent to see me without good reason. What does the good Antone Zann want with me today?" 

The man fidgeted more in his seat. "My boss wants you to find a Black Marketeer by the name of Hanris Vaas. He has an operation in the Syvris system, according to our intelligence he has since vanished but he still has people guarding it as far as we know. The honourable Antone Zann has a great respect for your reputation and wishes you to secure him for... due process."

Niska continued to watch the Opera for the next thirty minutes as the man worried in his seat. He could hear his own heartbeats over the music. Sweat ran down his face in rivers as he looked to Niska, then Crow. 

As soon as it looked like he was about to overcome his fear and speak Niska spoke. "You may tell your boss that we will find his wayward Black Marketeer and even return him intact to him. Even more co-operative than he might otherwise be." Niska smiled and the man felt his blood run cold as ice. "Mr Crow, please escort this man out, we wouldn't want anything untoward to happen to him." 

Crow stood up and sheathed the blade, the representative of Antone hurrying to his feet and outside before Niska's henchman decided he needed to be thrown out.

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When Crow returned to the booth he saw Niska preparing to leave. "No more business tonight boss?" 

"Oh yes. Plenty of business. We are going to see to Mr Zann's needs. I want you to prepare the 'Just Another Customer' and your special killers, we're going to go pay Mr Vaas a visit, through his henchmen first."