The former
tenant of the bombed apartment still lay where I shot him. The smell had not
improved since then. Not that it bothered me the slightest. If anything, the
stink would keep others away. The filth, the rot and the garbage made for a
nice hideout.
Sometimes
it pays to be on guard. Sometimes, it pays to answer the holo call.
- Hello,
Taq-taq. Long time, no see.
Only one
person called me that. Yawa. Please be a prerecorded message and not an actual
call. Turns out, I was wrong.
- It’s
been ages…
I interrupted
her.
- Why
do you call me?
- What,
you’re not happy to hear my voice, Taq-taq?
- Not
particularly, no. What do you want?
- I’ve
got an offer for you. One even you can’t refuse.
The sad
part was that she was right. I could not refuse her offer.
Yawa had
left the old crew behind as I had. Or they had disbanded. Could have ended up
dead, in prison or worse. Since my return to Dromund Kaas, I had not given them
much thought.
In any
case, if Yawa could get in touch with me, so could others. As I did not intend
for others to find me, I felt I had little choice in this. Besides, the
position she wanted me for had a lucrative promise. Perhaps too lucrative, even
for my taste.
I left the
place when the shadows where long enough to provide some cover. I had a long
trip to the spaceport and beyond to make.
