The Last contract

In the flickering neon underbelly of a dying mining colony, where credits meant survival and debt meant death, she had nothing left to lose. Her father's coughs echoed through their cramped hab-unit like a countdown. Her only way of surviving and saving her father rested on the anonymous job opportunity.

One night. One man. One drop-off. No questions.

She said yes anyway.
The first "date" was easy: charm, smiles, a blaster hidden under silk. The man never saw the tranq dart coming. Neither did she see the pattern forming-until the orders changed.

Kill him. Bring the body to the coordinates.

Now she's one of the best. Top of the list.

He owns the galaxy's debts, its secrets, its fear and most definitely it's respect.

Only problem is his Untouchable and Unseen.

One shot. One chance.

But when the trigger is pulled, the stars might burn brighter-or go dark forever.
What would you do for the price of freedom?
Some debts demand blood.
Hers is about to be collected.