Rakton had made utter fools of Havoc Squad, but Jorgan couldn’t help but be impressed by the man’s ingenuity. Fynta and Cormac had gone inside to check the ships and give General Garza the all clear, while he and Vik swept the perimeter one more time. However, when Jorgan rejoined the major, she was arguing with Locke.

“But those are civilian homes . . . there’s no telling how many people are still hiding out there!” The CorSec officer flapped his hands angrily. “Look how long it’s taken Coruscant to recover. We can’t let that happen again. Not here.”

Fynta’s jaw worked side to side while she weighed his words, then squared her shoulders. “Coruscant was taken because all her soldiers were off world fighting in skirmishes. I’m sorry, Locke, but if we don’t land those troops, …show more content…
Now Jorgan was really confused. He glanced at the major, wondering if he should speak up. The last time he’d eavesdropped on a conversation had made her angry. This was a private line between Fynta and her outlaw brother, making the implications more serious.

“Fine, fine. But listen anyway,” Verin continued. “You’ve pissed off some pretty powerful people, and there’s a bounty, a big one, on Havoc Squad.”

Fynta slowed a fraction, putting herself even with Jorgan. “Who authorized it?”

“Guy named Rakton. He’s bad news ad’ika,” Verin responded.

“I guess it’s a good thing I’m here to kill him, then,” she snorted in reply. “No benefactor, no bounty.”

“Ah, shab. Don’t tell me you’re on Corellia.”

Fynta’s helmet turned towards Jorgan, and he wondered if she knew he was listening. “Okay,” she paused. “I won’t.”

“Mir’sheb,” Verin spat. Jorgan knew exactly what that one meant, and despite this odd turn of events, he smiled. “Cinlat and I just landed. Rakton hired us for some live targets.”

“He’ll torture them,” Fynta said, her tone as dark as Jorgan had ever heard it. “Then burn Corellia to the ground for its defiance. I’m taking him out