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Kazik found himself with a message requesting a deal to be made, and it was as simple as finding the closest opening he had to schedule. It wasn’t a walk in the park to be a fence with a good reputation, seeing as backstabbers left and right always brought in complications. He was considered reliable, a privilege to have when working with a lot of big ticket organizations. When people had valuable stolen goods, it was easy to be cynical, which made deals so much more complicated. He was among the few who people could sell to at a good rate and not worry about heavy consequences weighing on them after.

When he arrived at the cantina, he had his bodyguards settle around, though not too close, before he found someone who matched the description and walked in that direction. Kazik was clad in a business suit, a helmet covering the whole of his head. He was covered from head to toe, not a centimeter of skin showing. His helmet wasn’t just for protective reasons, but it had a display that he could use to record meetings, just to make sure he remembered who he made deals with and what kind of deal he struck. From his perspective, the display was constantly analyzing everything, keeping tabs for him. It also concealed his expressions, depriving people of comprehending him via facial expression, which was very useful. He’d encountered some people who weren’t very fond of even being looked at wrong.

After sitting down across the client, he crossed his gloved hands. “You’re famished, I can tell. I’ll provide this service free.” He tapped the disc on the table, a holographic display of the menu appearing. He turned the menu over to the person in front of his client, gestured for him to select at his leisure, and crossed his hands again. It was a menu of mostly alcoholic beverages, but a quarter of the menu was food of popular meals throughout the city. His voice had a slightly augmented sound to it, but only because of it having to be received by the helmet and then projected out at the exterior. It was clear and composed, something that had been very useful as a mediator.

When the selection was made, the disc recognized the order, and a small timer indicated the estimate of how long until it’d be brought, which was a little over a minute. Evidently he couldn’t order anything for himself, unless he had the means to drink with the helmet on. He nodded at the thanks and replied simply with, “Yes, of course. What can I do for you?” Usually this sort of thing started with the client explaining if they were buying or selling. If it was buying, there was very little he couldn’t obtain, provided it was obtainable, and if he didn’t have it, he would at least know or have a clue of where to find it. If it was selling, he wasn’t some swindler who tried to pull all the credits from his clients. He was excellent at estimating value and knew who wanted what and for how much they’d be willing.

Kazik picked up the drive and inserted it into the bracer at his wrist, the information playing out, causing him to nod in approval. He knew exactly who’d be willing and how much was a good range. “I’d be foolish to decline. What did your employer have in mind for an asking price?” he replied, pulling the drive out and setting it back down between them. Alternatively, the client could simply ask him what he’d be willing. Naturally, exposing a rat in the organization made for excellent money. He imagined anywhere between two hundred to three hundred thousand, the equivalent to a bounty for an important target, minus the actual hunting on their part but just as many credits. He couldn’t blame the rat, though; where he wanted to go was where almost every criminal willing to get affiliated wanted to go, and this kind of betrayal would’ve been a serious upgrade had he not been caught. However, if that information went to them, profit was also possible. If that were the case, he’d be willing to go higher, maybe another fifty thousand, maybe a hundred thousand. Nevertheless, he was willing, and both involved the two walking away very wealthy.

He rose a brow underneath his helmet, but when he heard the name of who the information described, he eased up. “Appropriate.” It was a good deal of credits. As a fence, he made sure things were no longer someone else’s responsibility, and would see to it that profit was made. It was a little over what he felt would’ve been his comfort zone, but information didn’t exactly have a set value, so he’d let this one slip. “And which account do these credits get transferred to?” He notably asked which instead of who, seeing as people could store however much into whichever account they desired. What he needed was the transfer codes for the account. In the credit network, there were access codes that were changed monthly, which was what allowed the individual to freely access their wealth, capable of entering them into credit cards to hold however much. Simultaneously, there were transfer codes on the cards, which was what allowed the holder of the card to spend with a simple swipe, while people who merely had the code could send wealth by using the transfer codes alone.

He went ahead and transferred the credits to the account, the individual digits rising as the credits were accumulating in the account. After completing the transaction of credits for the information, he returned the peculiar drive back to the person before him. He’d have to decide on who to inform, because that’s where the money would pour in. Regardless, money was bound, and that could make any businessman smile, even underneath his helmet, not that anyone could really tell. Zsasz was looking forward to the power he’d briefly hold, deciding whose benefit he’d promote; plenty in the hands of a mediator. “Will that be all?”

Lee begins to get up and get ready to leave, but not before being noticed by some unsavory characters. 3 Bounty hunters, cybernetically enhancesed has noticed that Lee was a wanted man. Getting up to follow him, Lee cant help but notice them following him out of the bar.

[ Exits The Cantina ]