The Heat was in his hands (Open, Corellia)

[Captain Kara]

Saul propped his rifle against the wall then propped himself against the wall. The slums, easy place to find a job. Though the smell was indescribable, something like a wet dog, cheese, and vomit rolled in piss but worse if that's possible. This place obviously needed benediction though not the kind Saul could provide though to some he certainly would like to provide it.

Saul would wait as long as needed until he got a job. The likely he calculated was next to none. After this thought, he laughed. He could probably steal money but he already did his time for that one crime. He relaxed and stooped his shoulders. This would be a long, long day.