Got a race of bottom-line-worshipping alien bureaucrats draining an entire sun of its power to feed their lust for profits, damning a whole solar system to death? You might be in need of a Fear Agent, extreme alien exterminators, like Heath Huston, to set the record straight. Sure he’s usually half in a bottle of whiskey, can’t shoot all that straight anymore, and cusses enough to make little green men blush, but in a universe this messed up, he’s just the man for the job.
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