Evening had settled into the city by the time Ures’vn Bralor and Arden Ramis found themselves outside the complex that held Taphan Yeh’s private apartment. Of course the name on the registry was Phatan Rogg, but a little digging had tied it right up to their man. “The rich ones always think they’re so clever.” Bralor said, looking across the street to the building.
Behind a pair of binoculars, Ramis was trained several floors up the building. “Looks dark.”
“You sure you’re looking at the right window?”
“Yeah.” Lowering the viewer she poked him in the shoulder with it. “But if you like, you can see for yourself.”
“I’ll take your word for it.”
Arden smiled at Bralor, “So solider boy, what’s the plan?”
Bralor gave Arden a reproachful look, “It’s a small wonder the Hutt’s unloaded you onto thi...Read More