Satine Kryze frowned. "So, a spaceport mechanic with a modest income could actually indulge in Thyssel tree bark, a top-grade spice only the elite of the Milky Way Galaxy's Core Worlds could access? But at the end of the day, he was just a mechanic, wasn't he?"
"Perhaps that mechanic was part of Pre Vizsla's plan, or merely one of its screws. He knew something, and perhaps Vitaly Orlov, who was also hiding here to use spice, happened to overhear it." Hermit said. "I investigated Yuri and his brother before. Vitaly Orlov did indeed secretly buy spice from time to time."
"Heh, a junkie was your what? Peace Advisor?" Jango Fett sneered.
But Satine said coldly, "Heh, a junkie? You know nothing about the current Vitaly Orlov, yet you judge him by how he was when he was forced into the vile business of arms dealing! Ridiculous!"
"So I was right?" Jango Fett shot back.
"I only have one word for you: get lost." Satine Kryze shot him a glance.
"Let's go. Since Vitaly left us a clue, we should head to the spaceport." Hermit said.
"Hmph. The only information Vitaly wanted to leave us was Zann Corporation, nothing else. He probably never expected to have the chance to send that transmission. That lead is useless now." Jango Fett said.
But Hermit shook his head. "Then try sending a message from here."
Jango Fett turned to him. "Are you joking? Under this damned black shield, any communication is—"
He stopped halfway through, clearly realizing the problem as well.
"Understand now? Vitaly must have had another meaning." Hermit said.
"All right, then there's only one last problem." Jango Fett said, suddenly drawing his Blaster pistol and aiming it at Satine Kryze's forehead!
"What are you doing!? Have you finally torn off