Dead End? (Run-in, Part III)
Han: Who is the job for?You know, you really have to hand it to Chewie. Here I show up with a Twilek when he's expecting Fett, and he doesn't even bat an eye. Down came his long wookie arm on top of the contact's head. There was an unfortunate crunching sound, followed by the thudding sound of a fallen body.
Contact: Some old geezer.
Han: What does he need me for?
Contact: (eyes me sideways) I don't know.
Han: What kind of job is it?
Contact: You'll have to ask him.
Han: How will this help me find information on my father?
Contact: It's part of the job.
Han: The job you don't know anything about.
Contact: That's right.
Han: (reaching my room) Well, where is this geezer?
Contact: (sly smile, open palm "give me money" sign) I can't recall.
Han: (opening the door to reveal Chewie with his loaded bowcaster level with the contact's face) Chewie, jog his memory.
Well, that was just great.
Chewie apologized in his wookie way, "I'm sorry, Han, I didn't meant to jog him so hard, I guess his head got closer to my hand than I meant..." etc etc. Chewie doesn't know his own strength.
We pulled the body into the room. I looked through his pockets and found some loose change, but no identification, and no clues as to who the 'old geezer' looking for me could be. The trail had now gone cold, or at least, was cooling rapidly.
Chewie and I hightailed it out of there. I don't know what I'm going to do next. I thought this was going to be a quick run to get information on my dad, and it's spiraling out of control. I haven't even found the job yet, and I've already lost two contacts and had a run-in with Fett.
Without any more clues, I'll probably have to go back to the rebel base. Hopefully they haven't moved on already, I don't want to burn that bridge just yet. Whatever it was that I was going to find out about my father will have to remain a mystery.