[Bounty Hunter Wars] - 01(90)

The bounty hunters’ personal weapons had been another matter; those they had brought with them to Circumtore, handing them over directly to the customs-inspection droids. “Here is your receipt for the items we are holding in storage for you.” One of the lead inspectors pried open a slender pouch beneath its multilensed eyes and extracted a miniature holoprojector. “If you’d care to check it over and make sure that we haven’t forgotten anything …”



Boba Fett took the device and thumbed it on. The shimmering visual field winked into existence in front of him and Zuckuss, with a scrolling depiction of the bounty hunters’ various weapons. It was a long list. Boba Fett gave

it

no

more than a cursory

glance

before extinguishing the hologram. “Looks complete.”



“Very well.” The lead inspector extended one of its optic stalks straight up and swiveled its small lens around to see how the others were coming along with the bits and pieces of the one that Bossk had taken apart. A few last segments were being tucked into an inert-mesh sack, from which the droid’s muffled complaints were barely audible. The inspector returned its attention to Boba Fett. “If you’ll hold on to that and present it to the landing master when you’re ready to leave, all items will be returned to you.” A dark oil stain and a couple of glittering, broken transistors were all that were left on the surface of the dock. “It’s been a pleasure to serve you.”



Canned formalities always sounded even more canned when they came from droids; Zuckuss was glad to see the customs-inspection droids leave, stalking their

way delicately across the landing dock, dragging their bagged comrade behind themselves.



As the inspection squadron left the landing dock Bossk came striding over, followed by IG-88. The droid looked as unemotional as ever, but burning resentment showed in Bossk’s eyes. “So this is your great plan?” He made a quick, dismissive gesture at the blaster holster hanging empty by his side. “Now we’re stuck down here on the Shell Hutts’ planet, and if they decide to send their thugs around to kill us, there won’t be a thing we’ll be able to do about it.” He shook his head in disgust. “I don’t see why you needed a team to go along with you. If you just wanted to get yourself knocked off, you could have done it on your own just as easily.”



Boba Fett regarded the Trandoshan in silence. “You know,” he said finally, “I’m going to give you something free. That doesn’t happen very often. Even when it’s just good advice-I usually let other creatures learn by just suffering the consequences of their actions.”



“Yeah?” Bossk sneered at him. “So what’s your good advice?”



“Stop whining. Before you really get me irritated.” Fett turned toward the other bounty hunters. “Let’s get going. Gheeta sent me a message while the ship was being inspected. The Shell Hutts have already prepared a reception for us.”



“I just bet they have,” grumbled Bossk under his breath. Fett ignored the remark, if he had heard it at all.



IG-88 crossed in front of Zuckuss, following after Boba Fett and toward the open-topped ground shuttle that would

take

them into the center of

Circumtore’s administrative complex. Zuckuss drew back even farther as the massive shape of D’harhan trod heavily forward, the barrel of the laser cannon, now rendered inert and harmless, slanting disconsolately, the tip of its muzzle almost scraping against the landing dock’s surface. The stilled weapon’s tracking systems were switched off, as though the half-humanoid, half-mechanical creature was some slow beast following the voice of the master that had blinded it.



“What do you think’s going to happen?”



The voice startled Zuckuss; he snapped his head around and saw Bossk standing next to him, leaning down to speak close to his ear. Zuckuss had been immersed too deep in his thoughts, reflecting on how the altered D’harhan looked like the last survivor of some otherwise extinct saurian species, dragging its age-heavy bones and rusting metal armor to the burial ground of its kin. Bossk had stepped beside him while he was still wondering what had been the point of bringing D’harhan along on this job, if Boba Fett had known all along that the laser cannon’s core-D’harhan’s spirit, or as much of one as he might have possessed-would need to be extracted. It struck Zuckuss as a needlessly cruel thing to have done to an old comrade; something that he would never have imagined Fett capable of doing.



“Don’t ask me.” Zuckuss glanced over at Bossk and gave a shrug, lifting his gloved hands to indicate his complete bafflement. “I haven’t got a clue about what’s going on.” Things had seemed a lot simpler back at the Bounty Hunters Guild when he’d agreed to become part of Cradossk’s plans-not that those were anything he felt like