Kej's fingers flew in a flurry of motion as he searched for the house of Jori Ben, a CIS weapons distributor who was Kej's target, in the Spice City holocharts. With a grin of satisfaction Kej found the address of Jori and instantly downloaded it to his datapad. Unfortunately, there was still a slight complication; how would he get to the target's house?
Glancing out the small, glass window near him he spied a lowlife criminal pulling into the alleyway adjacent to the building Kej was currently situated in, on a speederbike. "Perfect." Kej whispered, then pulled his custom Verpine sniper rifle out of his bag and stealthily began to open the window, inches at a time. Squeak, creak, squeak cried the window as it noisily lurched open, Kej swearing under his breath. He shoved the barrel of the rifle out through the opening just as the man on the bike looked up, gasped, and began fumbling with the controls of the bike. "Too late, di'kut." Kej snickered as he compressed the trigger. "Poof" went the rifle as the man's head exploded like a watermelon.
Kej stowed the Verp under his long black coat, then jumped out the window and began to walk over to the speeder. He heaved the man's decapitated body off the bike and gunned the engine, ready to assassinate Jori Ben.
"If at first you don't succeed, hire a mercenary to do the job for you. At least they'll get it done right."