WHO: Monadnock
WHERE: Planet Leche, Outer Colonies...

Monadnock: "So, where can I find Rrak now?"

Disposable Informant: "Well, I want to see the money before I say anything. Rrak would kill me if he found out I was talking to you."

"I might kill you if you don't talk to me..." Monadnock opens a satchel with bundles of credits inside, "Don't worry, you'll get paid what you deserve," he says with a smile.

The sight of the money is enough to loosen the lips of the informant. "Ok, well, I don't know where he is, but I do know that after he left, he contacted Noze It'Al about another job. Rumor is that when he left here, there was a Romulon with him."

Monadnock: "Any idea who this Romulon was?"

Disposable Informant in a lowered voice: "Well, I don't really believe it's true, but I heard that it was Prince Gorak Az'lbulon. Have you ever heard something so silly?"

As a matter of fact, he had. This only confirmed what he already suspected. Monadnock turned to the informant, "Well, thank you, you've been very helpful. Time for you to get paid, right?" He reaches into the satchel and pulls out a bundle of credits and tosses it to the informant. "Now, I'll leave first and you give me a count of 100. Then you can head out. I don't want anyone to see us leaving the alley together."

The informant nods yes. Monadnock turns, walks up the alley toward the main street and disappears into the crowd.

Disposable Informant: "...47, 48, 49, 50. That should be good enough." As he turns to head up the alley, the bundle of credits starts to smoke and crumble in his hands. A moment later, he begins to shake uncontrollably. He doesn't know what's happening to him, but suddenly he can't control his limbs. He falls to the ground and his heart slowly stops beating.

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Monadnock finishes off his drink and starts heading back to his ship. It was a shame what happened, but he didn't want anyone to know he was looking for Rrak.