Breyden stiffled a laugh as Fett asked him. "I was Bunga's hit man, I killed for my life and his money...then to good a chance came, since then all I've been focused on is staying alive, not galactic politics," Breyden replied. He smiled and continued to clench his blaster. "But don't worry, I've covered my tracks well enough, Bunga's dead, his father's probally in an Imperial prison and the only one left who knows what I did...is you," Breyden stared into the place where Fett's eyes would be under his helmet. Breyden raised a hand and ordered the men coming in the door to stop. They stood there with their eyes trained on Fett.