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Wives and their spoiled children aggravated the clean, crisp air that wafted through the large patio as Broc sat under a large tinted umbrella whose thin transparasteel hovered over the round table. Their complaints about the heat, the service and other small prejudices was beginning to get on his nerves. It was almost as bad as listening to the Internal Affairs duo nearly two months ago. He sighed as he sipped from his tall thin glass.

A slap on the back interrupted the gripes around him as he looked up and to the left to see Torq Ozzel's smiling, tanned face as he plopped down.

"Good news?" Broc asked.

"Yeah, of course," the younger human male stated enthusiastically, then took off the dark glasses. "Hey, that looks good," he motioned to the drink.

He leaned forward. "After."

Torq relaxed as his smile faded. "Alright," he leaned in also. "I've got what you were looking for but, it wasn't easy to come by."

"I've already given you your half and you'll get the rest when I get what we agreed on. Not a cred more."

Torq shook his head, short dark hair dimly reflecting the sunlight as he gazed out to the pool surrounded by young, nubile females. "I always admired this lifestyle. It'd be nice to have a few of those to wake up to."

Broc glanced towards the healthy young women in various colored swimsuits and agreed. "You're stalling as usual." He turned brown eyes back to his accomplice. The computer hacker hadn't been hard to find, just hard to get a straight answer from.

Torq glanced back to the undercover officer. His left hand inched forward as his forefinger opened slightly to show the edge of the datadisk. "I trust you've got mine."

"All I need is a time and address, that's it."

The smile faded from the rounded face. "Tomorrow night, Bingor's estate."

Broc's blood cooled at the sound of the Hutt's name. Being the crimelord based in the Tauri Sector, the slug was rumored to have even Moff Nera in his pocket, though he doubted that seriously. He nodded, then slid the credstick across the table which quickly disappeared as Torq rose and walked away.

"Have a nice day," the tall, lanky spy said as he left.

Broc sat back, fist to his chin as he eyed the pool's blue water and he wondered if this was a trap or not. He would have to be cautious. Getting hired on within a kajidic wasn't easy but, if he could get in, he would be able to keep an eye on Ghoukas and just wait for the assassin to show up.