CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Glok leaned forward in his throne, narrowing his eyes coolly. “Are you certain of this?”
The BigBro Slig saluted him smartly. “Absolutely, sir. This assassin is the thing we want.”
The Glukkon leaned back. “Bring him in, then.”
“Right away, sir.”
Glok watched as the throne room doors swung open. He needed a talented assassin to perform this task, and if he got one of those worthless hunters like D. Caste Raider and his kind…
The being that walked through the door surprised him in a number of ways. First of all, the being was a Wolvark, and since Wolvarks were better known for their brutality than their stealth and speed, that meant this Wolvark was a freak among his own kind. The other thing that surprised him was that the assassin was dressed like a walking armory, sporting at least six blades on a bandolier down his chest and two pistols holstered on his hips. His hat was pulled down to shade his rough face.
The BigBro Slig pointed to the assassin. “My lord, this is Urchyn McAvi.”
“I see,” Glok murmured to himself. “Do you have something to say, McAvi? A sales pitch, perhaps?”
The Wolvark looked up, and a pair of red eyes gleamed under the brim of his hat. “I kill for pay. I kill anyone…I’d even kill you, if someone paid me enough.”
Glok smiled. “How are you at stealth missions?”
“I can do it…if I get paid enough.”
“The mission I have for you requires stealth,” the Glukkon said. “How much would I have to pay you for this mission?”
McAvi brushed at the brim of his hat. “Gimme the details first.”
“Very well.” The Glukkon narrowed his eyes. “I want you to track down and assassinate a Glukkon known as Lord Fragg. He is a threat to my empire, and I need him removed. He has a whole Slig army loosely loyal to him, and I don’t want anyone to see you, because they might trace you back to me. No traces.”
“Hmm…” The Wolvark scratched at his chin. “I’d say $15,000.”
Glok frowned. “$10,000.”
McAvi smiled darkly. “17,500.”
The Glukkon realized immediately where this was heading, and growled, “Done. Now go and assassinate Lord Fragg…if you think you can.”
The Wolvark nodded. “I can do it. I’ll take $5,000 now, the other $12,500 on completion.”
“Very well, assassin.” Glok turned to one of his attendants. “Go and bring him his $5,000…and then make sure he leaves.”
Urchyn McAvi turned to leave the room. “I won’t fail you. You can count on me to do things right.”
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