Two hundred meters. A pretty easy shot. Titus pulled the binoculars away from his helmet. The man in the red painted scouttrooper armor had waited long enough. He had been hiding out in an empty crate for long enough. Now was the time to take the shot. Quietly, Titus brought his sniper rifle to the ready. The target was just about done with his business. The target: a Rodian named Ido. Wanted dead. Twelve thousand credits. Too easy to pass up. Titus looked through his scope. He was surprised he would be the first to take this fool out. He was just some scum someone wanted dead. There were no body guards and no security of any kind. The credits were good though. Ido was apparently a swindler, which was becoming apparent as Titus watched the Rodian work. Cheating people out of their hard earned credits was an easy way to get a bounty hunter to deliver a death sentence. Ido began to walk away from the ship he had more than likely just stolen from under the nose of the unsuspecting customer. Poor bastard. At least the credits would be back to him easily. Titus had the shot, and pulled the trigger. A blast sounded, and Ido dropped. The few people at the secluded hangar scattered. In that moment, Titus stood up and ran out of the crate. He rushed to the body and searched it for something to positively ID the bastard. When he found the ship license, he was pleased. Titus bolted before any police or security could show up. Titus ran through the streets and into a back alley to disappear. The alley was disgusting, and reeked of garbage. After taking the time to pull garbage away from his speeder, Titus mounted his rifle and took off. He blended in with the rest of the speeders. Now it was time to call in the bounty, and get a nice drink at his favorite bar to celebrate. It didn't take long before he pulled up to the bar. He parked his speeder, and locked it up. For safe measure, he rigged it to self destruct in case of any poor bastard wanting to steal it. Titus removed the helmet and looked upon Dantooine with uncovered eyes. What a planet. He took the communicator off his belt and called up his contact.<br/>"Titus Rond?" came a muffled voice from the communicator.<br/>"Right here. Ido is dead," he said. Titus was very short, sweet, and to the point about his work.<br/>"Good. Good! And the proof?" the voice asked. Titus, who was actually on video with this unknown person, held up the lisence. The voice cackled. "I hope he died like a coward,"<br/>"He never heard the shot," Titus retorted. "I trust the payment will be delivered by tonight?" he asked<br/>"Of course. Send me the information," the voice said happily. Titus typed in the information of where to send his credits."Thank you Titus. You helped a lot of people. Over and out," the voice said. Did he say that to make Titus feel better? No need. It was just work. The bounty hunter put his communicator back on his belt, took a deep breath, and walked into the bar.