It's a Trap! (Run-in, part II)
The one slight advantage I had was that, while he certainly knew who I was, he didn't know that I knew who he was.
I gave the danger signal to Chewie. He complained of a stomachache and left. He would go up to our room, arm himself, and lay in wait until I got there. If I could manage to get Fett to go with me, as he was right now without his gear, and with Chewie laying a trap for him, we *MIGHT* stand a chance.
The trick would be to get him to follow me up to my room. The standard ploys wouldn't work ("I'm hiding all these credits in my room, wanna see?" "I kidnapped this princess and she's tied up in my room, wanna see?" etc). If I used any of those, he'd know he'd tipped his hand and probably kill me on the spot (and, if the rumors are accurate, in an extremely painful, slow way).
While I was trying to think of a real plan, I kept ordering drinks. Maybe, I thought, if he was drunk enough to stop thinking straight, and if he thought I was drunk enough to be fairly incapacitated, he might follow me up, planning to kill me there in private. Maybe.
In the meantime, we kept talking. The really sad part is, I actually enjoyed the conversation with him. It was probably the first truly intelligent discussion I'd had in...I don't know how long. He doesn't have much of a sense of humor, but he is serious about his business, and he's no fool. Man, I am about sick of fools. If the rebels could get Fett on their side, they'd actually have a chance of winning this thing.
Anyway, a good plan never came to mind, and my contact finally showed up. I figured it was now or never with Fett. If I could eliminate him as a threat, I'd have a lot more breathing space in this galaxy. So, I went with what I had:
I invited him up to my room, to continue our conversation in private.
Yeah, yeah, I know what you're thinking. You know, I hear that all the time, because I'm single, I'm thin and I'm neat. And I get along well with women. People assume it about me. Not that there's anything wrong with it... of course not! I mean that's fine if that's who you are. People's personal preferences are nobody's business but their own.
Anyway, apparently Fett wasn't drunk enough, or didn't swing that way, or he was on to me. Whatever it was, he excused himself and left. The last thing he said to me was "See you around." When he said it, his eyes looked like he was seeing a corpse. My corpse.
I got the distinct impression that he was going to go gear up and either come back and kill me or wait outside and kill me. Either way, I didn't want to hang around there anymore.
I introduced myself to my contact and we headed up to my room.
(...to be concluded...)