"Quite your belly achin', Tugg," the other human said. "If you hadn't a screwed up that last job the boss give us then we'd prolly be up there with the rest o' them guys."
"That's another thing that chaps my stern, Krunk," Tugg continued as if he hadn't heard his partner. "Them aliens is up there havin' the time of their kriffing lives an here we are, a couple o' humans standing at the damn door like we was servants or something. They could at least throw us a bone 'er something." He turned toward the security monitor showing the approach to the door. He watched as a lone figure came walking down the alley.
Krunk was watching as well and gave a low whistle. "Damn, Tugg... they's upgrading the entertainment upstairs."
The watched as the slender figure in the tight fitting, blood-red dress that left little to the imagination, dark skin and dark hair strode up to the door and rang the buzzer.
"Whattya want," Tugg said into the microphone.
"I'm here to party, what else?" the woman replied in a sultry voice.
"I need the password then, baby."
The woman looked up at the camera and made a pouty face. "I forgot it, but it's okay. They said I was supposed to entertain the door guy."
Tugg looked over at Krunk, who looked just as eager as he felt. "We can't man. No password, no entry. Boss'll kill us."
Almost as if she had heard him, the woman outside spoke. "C'mon, look at me, does it look like I have anything to hide?" She smiled then. "I'll let you frisk me."
It was too much for Tugg. Krunk started to object, but didn't.
"Well look at you," the dark haired woman said when the door opened. "Even sexier than you sounded on the speaker."
"I gotta frisk you," Tugg said, grabbing her roughly and shoving her against the wall.
"Now boys, play nice," she said over her shoulder.
He leaned in close, his foul breath making her nose wrinkle. "Why should we?"
"Because she won't like it if you don't," the woman in red said, the sexy playfulness suddenly gone as she indicated to someone behind them.
Dorg Lundis flipped wasn't phased as the door to his office burst open. There stood two women, who, under normal circumstances, would have paid for interrupting his "quiet time" with the young Twi'lek girl sitting on his lap. The fact that they had blasters pointed at him classified this as "not normal circumstances." He shoved the girl off his lap and she scurried away from him.
He looked at the two woman. One was dark with long dark hair and wearing a tight-fitting red dress with a military grade blaster carbine pointed at him. The other was wearing a tight-fitting combat suit, had short-cropped black hair and two blaster pistols trained on him. Neither looked as if they were in a good mood.
"I'm not sure how you got in here, but you're going to pay for interrupting my private session," he told them.
"Yeah, you told me something like that once before, Dorg... or whatever your name is," Sorah said.
Recognition suddenly dawned on him. "Well, well, if it isn't the little waitress. I'm not really sure what you expect to accomplish, but if you want to live, you'll put those weapons down before my bodyguards get here."
"Yeah, I think they've come down with a bad case of death," Marla said. "I wouldn't count on them recovering any time soon."
Dorg snarled. "I should have killed you that day. I guess I'll just have to correct that mistake."
The man behind the desk suddenly lunged sideways, a small blaster pistol in his hands which he had hidden under his desk. He fired blindly in their direction.
Marla and Sorah had been ready. The moment he lunged the barrels of their weapons followed. Bright bolts of light lanced out catching the gangster mid-leap and throwing his body backward into the wall.
Sorah Kavel walked up and looked into his eyes. They were starting to glaze over as the last of his life ebbed away. Still, he struggled to say something. "Fel... rev..." was all that gurgled out of him.
Sorah leaned over and jammed the blaster into the center of his forehead and pulled the trigger. "What was that? I couldn't hear you."
Marla chuckled behind her. "Boring conversation anyway."
They looked over to the young Twi'lek girl huddling in the corner of the office. "C'mon, sweet heart. Let's get you out of here."
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