Who exactly is Niklas?

“Come on, man. You are scaring the little guy,” said the dark-skinned guy.

The man in the cowboy hat hissed at Gabriel.

The men returned to their quiet conversation. Gabriel was glad that they didn’t suspect him for eavesdropping.

‘I have got to learn how to control myself better in these kinds of situations.’ Gabriel calmly dried himself with a paper towel.

“The chief is sending word to every trust worthy bounty hunter under his payroll. He wants them to find Agu Niklas Vox. He wants you to find the kid.” The man in the trench coat noisily thumped his middle finger on the table.

‘Who exactly is Niklas?’ Gabriel mused, nervous. He calmly took a sip from his glass.

“What is the reward for finding the boy?” The dark-skinned man inquired.

“Nothing much. Just four hundred thousand Earth Kredits (400,000 EKs).” The man in the cowboy hat rhythmically beat his index and middle finger on the table.