"Bravo 5, this is Bravo 3. It's done." Anya finally called in over the comm a bit later.
She sounded tired yet energized at the same time.
Raezyr looked across the table at Golar, who like the rest in the room, had been sitting quietly since the hit had been ordered. "It is done." Raezyr repeated in case there was any doubt left in the room.
"That's it?" Golar looked a bit perturbed, although a bit of fear and common sense seemed to be keeping him fairly in check. "That's what we have as your offering? A voice over comm claiming to having killed a judicial?"
Sensing Raezyr about to lash back, Tyr responded quickly. "It's no lie. There would be no reason to. We're sure you'll be able to verify on your own that our claim is valid."
Golar seemed to be satisfied with this response. "Very well. Your point is made. You have indeed done us a favor by getting rid of that good for nothing. Saved me the trouble of doing it myself. You say we have a Jedi headed our way... but sadly I don't know when. In the mean time, I have some business to attend to. Come to this spot tomorrow midday. I have an item I'd like you to retrieve."
Raezyr got up and started walking towards the door. Tyrrazapon followed, and after a moment, so did Trychon.
When they were almost out of the room, one of the men whispered quietly "I dunno Boss... if they're really Jedi hunters, I don't feel so safe having them around..."
Trychon paused at the doorway, and ignited his blade behind his back, still facing away, but with his head turned slightly to one side, glaring at them from the corner of his eyes.
"Come now, what could it possibly hurt?" He asked, waiting for a second before turning his blade off again and leaving with his friends.
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