Verdan Sorr. Former Imperial Intelligence. War criminal. Now: Guild property. Fifty thousand credits, alive and intact.
Sorr stopped talking after the cuffs went on. Wise choice. His threats turned to silence. His bribes turned to ash.
The Hutts' crew arrived too late. Found their guards unconscious, their prize gone. They'll be angry, but they know better than to cross the Guild.
Transported him to the Razor Crest. Holding cell is secure. Carbonite would be easier, but the contract specified alive and conscious. He gets a cot, rations, and a refresher. More than he deserves.
Tomorrow, we head to the rendezvous point. New Republic custody transfer. Then: payment.
This is the way.