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Burglars and Bounty Hunters - Askier - 05-27-2017
"Damn bitch needs to learn her place."
The bounty hunters Hojo and Khari had just left his small, one room shack and Pip was glaring at the door with immense displeasure. It wasn't bad enough that Khari had forgotten how to speak to Seeker males like him, now she had dragged Hojo off by his almost literal leash because she didn't like being reminded of where she belonged in Seeker society.
The burglar pushed his salad away and leaned back in his chair.
This was his job. His score. His mark. Pip had done all the hard work. Planned how to capture their target down to the last detail. And now, he was convinced this woman was going to cross him and go for the mark herself along with Hojo.
And that stung though he hadn't shown it. Seeing Hojo pick to work with Khari over him. Just cause she had a cunt. Pip had assumed his and Hojo's past working relationship would have amounted to something. But he had been wrong and the scorned miqo'te should seen it coming. Hojo might have been the biggest and broadest bear of a Miqo'te Pip had ever met but Hojo only thought with lower head at least half the time. He was muscles, not the brain.
Pip ran his pale hands through his inky black hair and looked over the sketch of the elezen target. When the miqo'te looked at the reward scribbled above, he growled, rose to his short height, and slammed a fist on the table.
"That's my coin, i..." Pip trailed off as a thought was born in his mind. Rapidly it grew and developed and a few minutes later it had matured into a plan.
A crafty smile crept over the pointed face of the small miqo'te as he turned and walked over to a set of pegs. He pulled his brace of pistols and their holsters off and buckled them to his chest. Then he pulled on a large, beige overcoat. He added a worn tricorn to his head and paused to inspect himself in the mirror mounted to his left.
Pleased with his reflection, the burglar spun on his heel and slipped out the back door.
Khari had another thing coming if she thought she could double cross him that easily. He would have the mark and his revenge before this was all said and done.