Ah, life was good. The credsticks he’d stolen from the deaders at the old ork’s doss had carried a small fortune in them. A fortune! As expected, the Overtown stickshyster offered him only a tenth of the nuyen shown. So Wesley displayed a few of the handguns he’d also acquired while a trusted gutterchum waddled in hoisting the Vindicator minicannon. Suddenly, the price was raised to half.