“I know, hon. Doing everything I can. Syn’s our best shot. He actually escaped prison.”
“Yeah, but you said he had help on the inside.” Jayne didn’t.
Eve winced at the horrors she was sure her sister was facing every waking minute. While they were both hardcore gutter rats who knew how to hold their own, it still wasn’t the same as having to fight for every scrap and breath in such a hell hole.
If anyone touched her baby girl, she’d hand feed them their intestines.
But there was nothing she could do while she was out here and Jayne was locked up.
Frustrated, she slammed her glass down on the table. “This isn’t helping. I need to go and at least make my brain think it’s doing something constructive.” She got up and sighed, wishing she’d not been so quick to send her assassin friend on his way.
Maybe he could have shared some intel about Jayne’s habitat.
Most likely not, but it could have been worth a shot.
Jedi stood up and left his half-finished whiskey to follow after her.
“You don’t have to come with me, you know?”
“In the mood you’re in . . . yeah, I do. There’s no telling what kind of trouble you’ll find on your own.”
She laughed at the truth of that statement. God help whoever came across her tonight. She might gut them just for the distraction.
Contract or not.
Jedi held the door open for her. “I know you don’t like working with the Tavali, but the Septs are looking for Runners.”
She grimaced at the mere thought as they left the bar for the deserted street. Being that Jed had been raised in the Septurnum Tavali Nation, that was always his go-to for anything they needed.
But there was one problem. “They don’t pay contract help enough to make it worth our while.” Especially given the danger. If they were caught blocking League officials from the pirates, they could be executed for it.
If they were caught with Tavali cargo or gear, they’d be tortured and then executed.
Given how little the Tavali paid for that kind of risk . . .
Not worth it.
“I’d rather find a war to fight in.”
Jedi snorted. “We have plenty of those to choose from.”
Sadly true.
Even sadder was that the pay wasn’t much better and you usually had to wait longer for it.
Damn. She had to do something to up her revenue stream. Killing and maiming bad guys didn’t pay what it used to.
Eve paused as she suddenly heard something off in the distance.
Instinctively, her hand went to her blaster.
What the hell was that?
She gently pulled Jedi behind her so that she could stare into the dark.
“What’s going on?” he whispered.
She gestured for him to stay put as she crept toward the alley behind them. It could just be vermin scurrying. A hobo finding a spot for a bed or a drink.
