Page 126 of Sohut's Protection

“Three thousand credits.” Sohut’s voice was like ice. “Three thousand or I can introduce you to my little friend.”

As soon as he said so, Wawa climbed down his shoulder to look straight through the slot in the stall.

There was an exclamation on the other side and the sound of things falling.

“Deal. I don’t want trouble here.”

Good.

As soon as the transaction was over, he stepped away from the stall, gripping the distorter in his hand.

He’d use the device to distort his image when he needed to.

That was the second part of his plan.

But right now, he was searching for one particular group of aliens.

The healing serum he’d administered must be giving him a buzz or maybe it was the pure rage at the fact that he’d lost Clee-yo. Whatever it was, he welcomed it.

All he knew for sure was that he wanted to break some necks.

Donning a white robe he bought, he slipped into a side alley and tilted his nose to the air.

His enhanced nostril sensors would do most of the work now.

He knew their scent, his prey.

They couldn’t hide even if they wanted to and, as he wove through the exchange, it didn’t take him long to find the Gori he was looking for.

There were two of them, the two that had hired him.

Standing with their backs turned to him, they didn’t even hear him approach.

Wawa snarled at the sight of them, his teeth protracting immediately as if he knew the two males.

At the sound, one of the Gori turned, his eyes bugging out.

“A—A slizz!” The large male staggered backward, his midsection jiggling.

His companion turned with the same expression.

Sohut dropped the hood of the robe. “I think you have more than the slizz to worry about.”

At the sight of them, the other shoppers in the vicinity screamed and there was a flurry of feet as they tried to get away.

“Y-you!” one of the Gori exclaimed.

“You’re supposed to be dead,” said the other.

With one step forward, Sohut was in front of one of the males, his fist landing a punch that sent the male crashing into a wall.

Sohut cocked his head, a sneer on his face.

If only he wasn’t still healing; he’d have punched the Gori into tomorrow.

The other Gori put his hands in the air.

“H-hey. We don’t want no trouble, Merssi.”

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