The stranger never gave his name. Calen did not care. He was a means to an end. All that mattered was making this kill and collecting her reward. Still, he seemed more than pleased to assist her. As she followed him to his dwelling he murmured something about "not letting such talent go to waste."
Though they were the same species, the stranger's dwelling seemed completely alien to Calen. Useless decorations were on every wall. It had obviously been many years since he had had to pack up all his belongings to follow a herd.
"You will need equipment," he stated.
His tone of command offended her. She was no slave. "My belongings will suffice. I need nothing else."
"You've never had to make a kill like this before."
He pressed a button and a side door instantly opened up to admit a servant. The servant was a species Calen had never seen before but he was obviously well-trained and probably very discreet.
"I'm sending this young woman on one of my very... special... diplomatic missions," he told the servant. "Please see to it that she is well prepared for such a mission."
The servant left and then came back mere moments later with a large pack that he handed to Calen.
"Go through the contents in your own time and use what you will," the stranger instructed. He handed her a data pad. "On that data pad is a list of the information you will need to know about your target including probable whereabouts."
"Why do you want him dead?"
"Why do you ask?"
"You should ask fewer questions. But if it makes any difference, the man is one of my biggest rivals here on this planet. Let's just say I have great plans for Rebec and he is making these plans rather difficult."
Calen shrugged. Politics did not interest her. She wanted her ship and that was that.
"Report back to me here as soon as you have completed your task. If you want your ship I require proof of the kill."