There. She had glanced over her shoulder again. Even in this part of the city, no one acted that nervously. Not even a Rodian spice smuggler. Karrus sighed. [i]So, this is gonna be another one of[/i] those [i]missions, huh?[/i] It had taken a full month of tracking down his target's connections, including a particularly nasty firefight at a cantina, to find her delivery route; he had hoped she'd at least put up a fight. Karrus slipped his rifle back onto its magnetic holder on his back and climbed back through the window. Slowly, he made his way outside, merging into the crowd of pedestrians moving through Galactic City.

Right behind his target.

He leaned in close, so that only she would be able to hear him.
"Scream and you're dead."
He saw her tense, but she wisely kept silent.
"Second back alley from here. You try to run, you try to call for help, you do anything other than walk back silently, I'll snap your neck right here."
She acted as though he hadn't even spoken a word, but sure enough, once she arrived at the entrance to the alleyway, she quietly walked right in. Karrus was right behind her. They kept walking for about a minute, until they were far from the bustling streets and crowds. Finally, she stopped and turned around.
"Why have you followed me?" she asked him. She spoke her native tongue, of course, but Karrus knew the language; enough to understand it, at least.
"You know exactly why I'm here," he replied. As he spoke, he drew his blaster. "I'm here to collect."
"Please, if it's money you seek, I-"
"Save it." Karrus hated when they tried to bargain. He fired three times: two in the chest and one in the head. Quick, clean, and painless. Mostly.

Karrus didn't bother with his rites; those he saved for fellow warriors. This woman was a coward, and she had received a coward's death. Instead, he walked back towards the street while activating his helmet's comm system. After a moment, someone spoke.
"Talk."
"It's done," Karrus said. "I'm entirely disappointed, though. She didn't even try to put up a fight."
"What'd you expect, Karrus? She's a Rodian. They may talk big, but put a real gun in their face and they all fall to pieces."
"You know that's not true. She was just a coward, expecting credits and secrets to save her from her hunters."
"Whatever you say, Karrus. Anyway, the fee is being transferred as we speak. And if you're interested, I have another job you might like. A real job, with real rewards."
Karrus exited the alleyway, again merging with the bustling crowds around him. "Real how?"
"Real as in Force Sensitive, pal. I know you love a challenge."
Beneath the visor of his helmet, Karrus smiled. He was eager for a true challenge. "I'm listening."