Hunter tapped the bar island, the dull thunder echoing in the empty cantina. Each rhythmic thud of his vibroknife against the counter mirrored the beat of his growing frustration. Their last mission from Cid had gone well, they got the item that the buyer wanted and handed it off. Their mission had been a textbook retrieval – snatch, grab, and go. Easy enough. Yet, something hadn't sat right with him the moment their newest member had slipped away near the end.

It was curiosity more than anything for the reason why he followed them out – maybe the slightest bit of suspicion gnawing at the back of his mind. However, the last thing he expected to see was them talking to someone who was clearly a bounty hunter, the glint of a blaster and the familiar insignia unmistakable even in the dim light. The bounty hunter had handed them a bounty puck with a grin.

After the mission was over and they were back on Ord Mantell, he'd gone through the databases for them. He hoped he was wrong – that the whole scene had been some kind of bizarre misinterpretation. But a small part of him, the part that had learned to be wary after all they'd been through, knew better. It didn't shake the cold pit in his stomach, the betrayal that twisted inside him. They had risked their necks for someone who secretly moonlighted as a bounty hunter? He had trusted them. Trusted them with their lives, with Omega's safety.

The cantina's door hissed open and he paused as he heard their familiar footsteps walking through. Hunter slammed his vibroknife down on the counter, the metallic clang making several patrons flinch. He placed his half-finished drink down with a deliberate thud. "Look who it is," he said, sliding the datapad across the bar as they walked over and stood up. Their name was displayed on the device. "We need to talk. Now."