This is the Business We’ve Chosen.

There was this pup I grew up with. He was younger than me, sort of looked up to me, you know. We ran our first hunts together, worked our way off the homeworld. Things were good, we made the most of it. In the tribal wars we ran hacking rings in the Quarter, made a fortune — your father too.

As much as anyone I loved him and trusted him.

Later on he had an idea: to build a desert world for Imperials who wanted to stay in the Quarter.

That pup’s name was Oegzrre Eitir. And the world he invented was Gobi.

That was a great Vargr, a hunter of charisma and guts. And there isn’t even a plaque or a signpost or a statue of him on that world.

Someone put a bullet through his eye. No one knows who gave the order. When I heard it, I wasn’t angry. I knew Oeg, I knew he was headstrong, talking loud, saying stupid things. So when he turned up dead, I let it go.

And I said to myself, This is the business we’ve chosen. I didn’t ask who gave the order. Because it had nothing to do with business.

You have two million in a bag in your room. I’m going in to take a nap. When I wake, if the money’s on the table I’ll know I have a partner. If it isn’t I’ll know I don’t.

It had to be done.

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About Alvin Plummer

I'm working to build a better world, a world that blesses Christ and is blessed by Him. I hope that you're doing the same!
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