The agent moved in from the doorway.
"Mr. Das... what a pleasent surprise," he said, his voice clearly conveying neither surprise no pleasentness. A man of average height and stature stood in the Holobooth's doorway. He wore shades and had neatly combed brown hair - his appearance meant either bodyguard or government agent, and he didn't have a client.
"I'm not too surprised to find you in a dirty holobooth, even on Anoat - one of the dirtiest planets in the Ison Corridor. Go ahead, ask me why I'm not surprised." No response was forthcoming, so the agent continued.
"I'm not surprised, Mr. Das, because you are wanted on Anoat. You're a wanted being on every planet in the Coalition - congradulations, only you and Prime Minister Regrad have ever gotten the entire Coalition to agree on something before. Therefore I'm not surprised to find you here, because nothing enhances a two-bit bounty hunter's notoriety than a price on his head. After all, there's no way the government would catch up with your illegal work, is there? Chicks dig a wanted man, you just have to avoid paying taxes and not look policemen in the eye."
The agent was literally circling now, like a shark, waiting for the first sign of understanding from his target. "I imagine that's what you wanted to believe... but let me tell you - you were wrong. The time where bounty hunters could walk across the galaxy killing and capturing whoever they were paid to do so is ending. Again, you have brought longtime rivals together, Mr. Das, succeeding where countless peace movements have failed. Scum like you are not wanted in civilized systems, even here on Anoat where the streets smell like - and were until recently filled with - shit."
The man now stood before him, clamly drew a pistol from within his jacket, and a badge from another. "What are you going to do now, Mr. Das?"
