Hunter: Book 1 of The Assassin Journals

They call me The Hunter. I kill people for money. I’m good at it. I should be; God knows I’ve had enough practice. I wouldn’t call it pride exactly, but I will admit to a certain twisted satisfaction at sitting near the top of the Galactic Federation’s ‘Most Wanted’ list. My reputation is stellar enough that I can pick and choose my assignments, and my fee is beyond the reach of all but the most serious candidates. Which brings me here. To the forty-seventh floor of the Galaxy Hotel in the city of Dasrajhi. The capital of the Rigian System. I checked in under the name David Archer, one of several alter egos I used in my professional capacity. The concierge bowed and scraped as he showed me to my room. The name of my target remained a mystery, but I could venture a fairly accurate guess. I read the news reports. I watched the vid-link. The battle for the Rigian presidency had been volatile enough to get the attention of even the Terran news agencies, not an easy feat considering the internal struggles of minor star systems didn’t rank very high on Earth’s priority scale.