Byron grinds his teeth seeing no way out.
"Yeah I sold them out. Worked on it for awhile, too. Months back, Star Cobra took a job and hit a merchant and took everything, lived like dukes for awhile. Then when the solari ran out, they went back to their ways. Only, the merchant was connected to House Bakhtier, and now there is a price on their heads. So when the job came up from House Martel I sold that info to House Bakhtier. Martel now wants the lasguns back but Bakhtier has them. I got away with it too, and was going to quit the gang soon, least, as soon as the heat died. " He looks up at the Arrakis sky, blasting it's intolerable heat down on you, not unaware of the dual meaning.
"So you want in? I'll turn on Bakhtier, set up a meet. Then you can do whatever you want. They're your enemies, I think. If you work for that bitch Heslin. They really don't like her. Way they were talking, I bet they use them to make a hit on her soon."
