“It’s not often the army hires pirates, hehe.” A green skinned lizard said, kicking his feet up onto a wooden desk. He wore a black leather jacket, flight pants, boots, gloves and a red scarf wrapped around his neck. He also had a few scars and an eyepatch... “You’re really that desperate, aren’t you?” He added, taking out a cigarette from his jacket pocket.
“Look, Khamaki, we’ve been having trouble tracking them down... Figured the best way to catch a pirate, is with a pirate.” The officer seated across from him replied. “And you aren’t allowed to smoke in here.” He added, sternly.
“So, who are you after that’s so important? And how much are you payin’ us?”
“Saurkaz, head of the Night Raiders as they call themselves.” He slid a folder across the table, said folder was filled with detailed profiles on him and his gang... “10,000 sraqc.” He added.