Another blast screeched over Laurie’s head. “But they don’t really seem inclined to talk, do they?”
“They do not, captain,” Scorch replied unnecessarily.
“If you can do anything about that…” Laurie crouched down beneath the desk, waiting for Scorch to take a shot. Another blast buried itself in the desk, and as soon as it did a salvo from Scorch’s wrist blasters silenced the shooter.
She stood cautiously, pistols aimed at the dark corner the shots had originated from. Chip crept over to the prone figure laying it the shadows.
“Uh, Cap, you should see this,” he said in a morose tone.
Laurie walked over to him. “Aw, hell.” She looked at the body, lights from below bathing it in shifting colors. “She’s just a kid.” The body was a young Fuesellian, with the dotted yellow skin and fleshy horns on her head.
“Kind of young to be mixing with this crowd, don’t you think?” Chip said, resting his rifle on his shoulder.
“How old were you when you fell in with a bad crowd, dock rat?” Laurie didn’t look away from the small body.
“I didn’t have any parents, so, uh… I see your point.”
“Captain, perhaps it is time for us to leave.” Scorch spoke from behind the two humans. “No doubt we will be discovered here any moment.”
Laurie nodded and went back into the hallway. “Let’s see what we can find out below. Split up and mingle. Maybe whoever did this is still here.”
They went downstairs, returning to pulsing lights and loud music. Scorch skirted the crowd, working his way to the doorway. Chip walked towards the crowded tables, populated with a wide variety of life forms, while Laurie returned to the bar.
Her eyes swept the crowd for anything or anyone unusual, but nothing stood out to her. She leaned against the bar, elbows resting on the cool stone.
“Talk to the boss?” the bartender asked.
She shook her head without turning. “Door was shut. Knocked on it, but no answer.”
“Ah, he’s had people in and out all day. Waiting on some big package.”
She supposed that would be that case she carried, which made it increasingly likely it was why Yoss was murdered. She turned to the bartender, a hairy Fuesillian. “Got anything back there from Earth?”
“I have just the thing.” He shook a finger for emphasis. “Just came in last week.” He set a glass out and filled it with honey-golden liquid. “Not too many humans come through this way. Enjoy.”
She smiled and lifted the glass. “Thank you.” She sipped it, glancing around as she did. “Know who was bringing the package in for Yoss?”
The bartender shrugged. “He never tells me that kind of stuff. Only tells me if he wants someone kept out.”
“So you don’t know who’s up there at the moment?”
She supposed that could be the case, but she also knew for the crime boss’ who operated over such establishments, the being at the bar was their eyes and ears. She doubted his ignorance, but her next question was interrupted as Chip ran up.
“Cap, look.” She followed his eyes down the bar, to a small hall where a hooded figure hastily ducked out of sight. “Got up and started moving as soon as I came near him.”
Laurie inhaled sharply, glancing back to the bartender, who had beat a hasty retreat to the other end of the bar, and was reaching for something under the counter.
“Cap?” Said Chip insistently, already beginning to move toward the back hall.
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