“He does love his games,” Sev agreed idly, observing the fear in Jilljoo’s eyes. “Especially when the deck is stacked in his favor...”<br/><br/>Games. That gave him an idea. He checked his pockets and found, to his relief, tat his datapad hadn’t been lost alon with a small fortune in gems and precious metals. Thumbing it on, he called up a file and started scrolling through it. “The first night I borrowed Iantho Halfri’s identity,” he said slowly, “I took the liberty of going through his records. Purely so I wouldn’t embarrass him if I encountered a friend or colleague, you understand?”  And to know who to avoid. “A number of his contacts were referred to by code names, and it appears he was involved in some shady dealings. Money laundering, primarily. But one name intrigued me, because it came with a face and a location.”<br/><br/>With a flourish, he projected an image of a<a class="link link--external" href="https://davidclarkcause.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/05/1363603820_forest-whitaker1.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">dark-skinned man</a>. “This face, on Jedha.  The face...” he made a dramatic pause, “of the terrorist leader Saw Gerrerra.”<br/><br/>He tossed the pad on the table. “So, I’ve got the outlines of a plan forming. Our Captain,” he pointed at Kam, “presents himself as a gunrunner in need of a loan to acquire weapons that he can sell to the Nedha terrirists.”  Leaning forward, his voice dropped conspiratorially. “You’ll offer a repayment of the loan in cash, plus... well, offer 10 percent of the profit but let yourself get bargained up to 20 if need be. And you’ll offer Jilljoo as collateral.”<br/><br/>He looked over at the Twi’lek. “Not leaving you with him, mind. Just dangling him as bait, to get him to agree.”<br/><br/>His attention turned back to Kameron. “Now I’ve got a few ideas about how to get the weapons, because we’ll need to make a few actual runs to make this work. And it’ll be profitable. Risky, mind, but profitable. It has to be, to get Ghoutta hooked. The money’s rolling in, an he gets Jilljoo if we fail, so it’s a win-win for him.”<br/><br/>Leaning back, he grinned. “While we make the runs, we find a friendly Imperial Customs agent. One that’s ambitious and morally flexible. Why?  Because it’s always good to have a friend. But we get this agent involved, and feed him Ghoutta. Once we’ve made a few runs on the Hutt’s  redits, he’s not just an annoyance feeds by the vices of a population that the Empire wants pacified anyway.”  He leaned forward again, suddenly. “He’s a terrorist supporter, and the Empire will make an example of him and his wild outfit, as a warning to the other cartels.”