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Having finally found a cab Dronas was now speeding through cloud city on the way back to his apartment, feeling safe in the knowledge his debts with the Hutts had been paid off. As he finally arrived at his apartment he paid the cabby and walked through the main entrance. His building was pretty poor. White plasteel was cracking in the corners and there was always the faint smell of urine in the air. However his floor wasn't to bad and the smells stopped at the door. It was home. Having climbed the two flights of stairs Dronas was about to round a corner when he heard muttering. Stopping he listened carefully but could hear nothing. Then a muffled voice, clearly trying to be quiet.

"Just spoke to the boss, Khal's bounty was supposed to get paid off tonight, we could have gone home. Then the wiseguy who was paying sent the details wrong and the payments haven't come through yet. Been told there is no killing him what so ever so you shits have gotta' be extra careful, got it?"

That was enough for Dronas. he needed to be out of this building five minutes ago. Stepping slowly backwards he turned and used all his might not to run back the way he came. Instead he walked downstairs slowly.In the entrance again he knocked on the owners door and waited. A slimy snot ball of a man opened. One eye welded shut with infection.

"What you want?"

His grasp of the language was immense.

"I need my apartment sold. Now. Send the credits to this account and enjoy the rest of your life."

Scribbling down his fake account number he walked off into the night again. The fake account would shoot the credits to over 50 other accounts and withdraw them in over 70 different banks. Finally it would be spent on a new speeder which would then be immediately returned and that money would then be sent to his actual private account. A paper trail always led to a target and he was very wary. Finding another cab he simply asked to go to a small cheap hotel. Close to here he was and so the cabby complied. paying again he walked into the hotel and spoke to the receptionist.

"1 room for a night, cheapest you have would be great."

The receptionist placed a key on the desk and a bill in Dronas' hand. Flashing the receptionist a one hundred credit chip she pulled away all of the paperwork she had been getting out and wished him a good stay. The room was dark and shitty. Probably never cleaned and certainly worse than his apartment but it was home for a night. After this job then he could get the good stuff.

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