It was a hot day on Boros and the crowds were out in force, finding any way to take their minds of the heat. The closeness of the people made Hitch just that much more antsy. He always got that way, ever since the war – a few months planetside made him jumpy. Made him hear the thumping of Alliance boots, and here, so near the core it was 10x worse than usual. He stopped near a short alley between a bar and a small general store; he leaned against the hard adobe and read the note again.

“Hitch,

Think I have something for you. Might be a good chance to get off this rock. Not sure about the money, but I think you’ll like the reward. 0900 at the ‘Maid’s Kiss’

Woz”

He crumpled the note and put it into his jacket pocket. Anything to get off this planet would be worth it, and he trusted Woz, he’d known the man for years. Not that Woz was a special case. In the 6 years since the war Hitch had been from one side of the ‘verse to the other and he knew someone on almost every habitable planet and moon spinning, and a few on the uninhabitable ones. That was his shtick, you need something and he can find it, or knows someone who can. From Sihnon to Paquin to Lilac and everywhere in between, he had contacts.

But contacts had fallen pretty short for the past few months. He came to Boros with a salvage crew and decided to see what he could find while here. A few odd jobs carried him for a couple weeks and then the work just ran out. He had enough credit to live just fine, but that thumping was growing louder, and the itch between his shoulders just wouldn’t go away. He was ready to sign on as a porter on one of the luxury liners if it’d get him offworld.

He walked around to the front of the bar and checked the sign: “Maid’s Kiss” it said in a badly painted hand. It was a dive, he knew. He’d spent a few evenings here himself, hoping to hear about something in which he could offer his services with no luck. Well, maybe his luck was gonna change tod