Glasya rolled his eyes. He thumbed the lightsaber off. Its blade withdrew and he slipped it behind him, fastened in place beneath the folds of his clothes.
"Yes," he said. "I'm sure your price is acceptable. And you can call it whatever you like so long as you get the job done." His voice lowered. "Here on Naboo there is a Resistance recruiter named Dei. He has a couple of mercenaries watching his back while he's here, and he checks in with his superiors twice a day. Kill him -- and him alone -- and make sure his COs suspect nothing for at least a few days." He arched a brow. "Can you manage that?"