She crouched low, watching events unfold from above. It had been a long time since she had to do anything involving tracking... but it seemed her newfound companion wasn't unfamiliar with stakeouts and the hunt. From far above, thunder rolled quietly, but she didn't smell rain. Not that it mattered, it wouldn't be too much longer before their prey would get a leg up. And it seemed he would, soon. The grip on her blaster tightened; she wanted to go in guns blazing, but knew the odds. They weren't pretty, and though she figured the older guy next to her could handle a firefight, she was pretty certain the reason he was a former cop wasn't because of a regular retirement.
Still. Couldn't judge an old guy by his armor.
The bar didn't need her right now; Jaxu and his friends could handle it at least long enough for her to beat some thugs and return to normalcy. At least... that was the lie she told herself. But around Max, she had the gut feeling that 'normalcy' was not the dish of the day. Rather the opposite.
The mark had led them straight to the hellhole where his people sat; she wasn't certain how he got ahold of this guy in the first place, but she couldn't wait to see them permanently cleaned up from the galaxy.
They didn't even sweep the guy for bugs. If she weren't so focused, she would have snorted in amusement.
"How good are you at disabling things, again?" she glanced at her companion with a side eye, slowly releasing her blaster.
No time for a shootout yet... but it didn't take a Jedi to know she was tense and itching for a fight.
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