Many have called you ruthless...a monster...a backstabber.
You don't care...
You only care about the money.
A lizard creature sits across from you...wringing his claws.
"I'll give you 20 parsecs for them."
You scoff.
"20 parsecs wouldn't pay for the box.
300..or go somewhere else."
The creature jumps out of his seat.
"300!?
That's way more than anyone would ask."
You stand and begin to leave.
"Then get it elsewhere.
It makes no difference to me...
Maybe I'll sell to your enemies...
They'd probably pay for them."
"Fine..."
He tosses a bag onto the table.
"300 parsecs for the guns and ammunition.
May we take our leave now?"
You nod.
The creatures take the guns and fly away in their ship.
You greedily count the money.
You loved making deals...
Especially when you came out ahead.
You decided to head back to your room.
Another deal was scheduled for tomorrow...and you needed to be rested.
As you readied yourself for bed, you saw your reflection in the large mirror.
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