“Look! It has got to be in the next two hours. Before the next security sweep. I can pay any more!” I said impatiently.
My last potential pilot stood up abruptly, clipped a helmet over his left head and walked out. The uncovered head hissed something in their reptilian tongue to the android behind the bar.
That was my last chance to make this run successful gone. I sighed and pulled out my communicator and pushed the two red buttons at the same time. Three floors below the bar, my guest in the storage unit was painlessly disintegrated, as they had strictly ordered. There were now just seven of their kind left in the galaxy.
I had another long journey ahead of me to get back to the safe house. Sneaking on cargo ships and switching the cargo at the ports. Success would prevent me being guilty of genocide, albeit a somewhat voluntary dispatching. This debt was a burden but better than another prison stretch.