Coruscant was one messed up city. There were too many people and too many levels. Logistics alone were a nightmare; the lower you went, the worse it got. But this callout wasn’t anywhere near the scum soaked streets of the underworld. It was in the medical sector. Not exactly a prime location for criminals. So, Shaye wondered. What made this target so special? It had to be something good, worth the risk of attracting sector rangers.
Yea. Unfortunately, Shaye wasn’t alone for the assignment. The brass upstairs thought she needed a babysitter on this, something about young bloods and veterans balancing each other out. What a load of druk. The guy was just dead weight. Even now, he was trailing behind her, already slowing things down.
Proving a point, she glanced at him, sizing him up for a final time. Apparently, if things got hairy, he was her backup. Not a particularly comforting thought. The guy didn’t exactly cut the greatest impression. He hadn’t spoken since they met, but then again, neither had she. Wasn’t much point really, they weren’t paired for chitchat, there was a job to do. Chief at dispatch said his name was Larkin, or @Lorcan , something stupid like that. The man looked like an overgrown gutter rat, walking on two legs. Smelt like it too.
Shrugging him off, Shaye instead focused once more on the hunt. The location was a couple of streets away and already the activity on the street was thinning out. Best stay sharp. There could be lookouts station up ahead. Wasn't unheard of, especially with organised crime. Then again, if these guys triggered the alarm system, how good were they?
Shaye started to mutter. It helped her focus, helped her plan. “Alarms triggered through the rear entrance…” Culprits wanted cover from view. “Disturbances heard, something about screaming.” Inhabitants could have struggled, could be injured. Hostages? Shouldn't have resisted. Idiots. “No security droids on site.” Useless pieces of junk anyway.
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