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Cumin System: Rim-Spaceport
“You have news?” the dark-cloaked figure asked quietly.
The man sitting across from him made sure he kept the dark-cloaked figure and his guards in his view. “You have the credits?” The dim light in the back of the bar caused the deep scars along the man’s forehead and cheek to look even darker.
A gloved hand dropped a bag on the table. “One hundred thousand credits. You will receive another hundred thousand on delivery of the package.”
Krac looked at the cloaked figure. He knew who the man was: Altren Proctor. The man was a feeble Earthling whose greed would either get him killed or elected to the coveted position of Supreme Chancellor of Earth.
Personally, Krac could care less as long as he got the credits. He almost didn’t take the job, but the idea
