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Dizzy looked down from her perch, next to the second story window. The large hole in the floor gave her a clear view of the front door. She could see a faint glow from the worklight below. Sighing she looked back out the grimmy window into the semi-darkness of New Austean. It was never really dark in this city. It was truely a city that never slept, all stores were open 27 hours a day.

Dizzy snorted. Even after spending four months on this planet, she still wasn't acustomed to the extra hours of a Chambarian day. She stepped off the ledge, dropping to the first floor. Her sudden apperance caused her companion to jump and bang her head on the hood of the speeder.

"DA*N it Dizzy, you did it again." hissed Opulence. She had been working on their one working speeder for the past hour. She rubbed the knot on the back of her head, glaring at Dizzy.

Dizzy smerked slightly. Opulence Licoriceplanet never could pull off a good glare. Her delicute features, thin nose, almond shaped eyes, high cheekbones, pouty lips, were something you might see on a model, not a criminal. Standing there, her long, bright pick hair pulled back, a sparkly purple halter top, ultra short black shorts, spikey yellow thigh high boots, and grease smidged across her face and hands, she looked almost comical. But Dizzy didn't laugh, she never laughed.

"What are you smerking at, Dizzy Cow?" huffed Opulence.

"A two bit tramp covered in grease." said Dizzy flatly.

"Flattery will get you no where." said Opulence who prompty stuck her tongue out and went back to work.

Dizzy marvled at how different they were. Opulence was a movie producers dream come true, 6'2, thin and busty. Dizzy was most people's nightmare. Pale skin, large dark blue/black eyes, a large irregular black blotch tatooed around her left eye making her look alittle like a cow. Her hair was short, jet black and had a mind of it's own. She had perma-dyed the tips white. Her black bodysuit showed off what she had, which wasn't much. She was about an inch away from being completely flat chested. Her short black boots were designed to make no noise, just the way she liked it, quiet.

Opulence gasped, standing up, "I broke a nail." she wailed.

Dizzy opened her mouth with a smart-*ss relpy when she stopped. Her nose twitched. She smelled something familar, something....something.... dead.

Dizzy snapped her head towards the closed door. "They're here." she gasped. Opulence cursed, slaming the hood down on the speeder. Dizzy swung up onto it as Opulence grapped her baby blue fuzzy backpack, Dizzy hit the ignition as Opulence swung on behind her.

"Hang on." said Dizzy. The door swung open, a tall figure outlined in the outside light. Dizzy hit the accerator. The figure jumped back as Dizzy and Opulence shot threw the door way. Looking back briefly, Dizzy saw two figures step out of the shadows.

"Dang, we must rate pretty high on His Shadow's list to get three assassins." shouted Dizzy over the wind.

"Remind me to mention that to our next client." shouted Opulence.

"If we have anymore clients." thought Dizzy as she steered the speeder into the semi-night of New Austean, leaving the three assassins behind..... for now.

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The room was dark, dank and smelled of decay. It reminded Dizzy of home. Rain water dripped down the walls, garbage littered the floor. She sat near the small doorway, looking out into the semi-dark. It had been a week sence they had escaped the assassins the first time. They had kept on the move, staying one step ahead of them. They had lost the assassins again, but for how long?

Opulence shifted on the crate she was sitting on. She hated this place but when your on the run, you don't have much of a choice. She sighed, pushing a strand of pick hair out of her face.

"I didn't think Shadow boy cared so much about a few clerics." huffed Opulence.

"He doesn't." said Dizzy never taking her eyes off the door. "But when you've killed as many as we have, he cares."

Opulence snorted, "What's 30 or 40 clerics?"

"Try 62, not counting family and assistants." said Dizzy matter-of-factly.

Opulence whistled softly, "You kept count?"

Dizzy sighed, "You forget, Money Bags commisioned us to knock off 50 clerics, any over that got us a bonus. So, yes, I kept count."

Neither Dizzy or Opulence knew who this guy was. Dizzy called him Money Bags. They guy, whom they had never seen, had contacted them for the job. He offered 100,000 creds upfront, with another hundred after the job was over. Then he had promised a bonus of 20,000 for every cleric over the 50 mark. They had happyly taken the job. They needed the money and besides, killing clerics was fun.

But not any more. They had expected that eventually His Shadow would send an assassin after them, but three?!?!