End Of The Road ♕SkySolo AU♕

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This may not be realistic, because I'm not exactly sure how refugee camps work and I tried to look this stuff up, but the internet decided it wants to be a jerk and didn't give me the information I needed. :(

[Han]

Another day. Another job. Chewie's head rested on my lap as I drove. I scratched behind his ears. Poor thing probably wanted to go home now.

"I know, I know. We'll get to go back home, but this girl is paying me a lot of money to go get her brother from a refugee camp." I told him.

I've smuggled food, clothes, even illegal drugs, but I've never smuggled a person. This Leia Organa is asking a lot. Especially a refugee. Then again, poor guy. Probably all alone and scared. Doesn't know what the hell to do on his own. At least I'm getting paid for this. Organa is a well known name here in America.

Bail Organa got rich off being a senate leader, president for eight years, and he helped to invent 'The Phone Finder' which is now on one of the top ten household items in North and South America. Except The Phone Finder doesn't just find your phone. It finds your keys, jewelry, even the house hold TV remote. That man is rich beyond his years. Maybe if I went to college and actually cared instead of being lazy, I might've been like him, but I'm good.

It's just me, my dog, and my truck.

As we got closer to the said refugee camp I pulled over and went to the back to change. I grabbed one of my fake IDs from off the shelf in the back and hopped out, Chewie on my heels.

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One thing is for sure. This camp smelled horrible. Like a mix of dog shit, cat piss, and barf. I could tell Chewie was suffering. Time to time he would whimper and bat at his nose. The funny thing was, we weren't even inside the camp. This boy better be grateful we've come for him.

Two heavily armed guards stood post in front of a large building. This must be where I can check him out. When the two guards saw me approaching, I pulled out my fake ID and showed the both of them. They nodded and stepped aside while I walked in.

Well at least the building didn't smell horrible. It still smelled bad, but it was better than outside. There was a man at the front, his glasses on the rim o his nose, and a mean glare.

"Who are you?" He asked.

He sounded like Squidward from Spongebob Square Pants.

"Ben Solo, FBI." I said, flashing my ID. "I'm here to pick up one of your inhabitants. Luke Lars, from Egypt." I said.

"Oh. Him. He's in trouble right now." The man said.

"Why what'd he do?" I asked.

"Tried to steal from one of our markets. He's on punishment."

"Well I need him now so..." I chuckled nervously.

"Well I can't give him to you so..."He mocked.

"I'd like to speak to your boss." I snapped.

"She's unavailable." He said.