”Oh c’mon, I told you the Devil was in the details,” he said with a sly smirk. If only she knew how much discipline he displayed by not pulling her in.
Then the moment was gone.
Crix had settled in at his workstation when Kara started to say something, “Hm?” he said, looking toward her. Taking a pull from his cigarette, suddenly she decided to take a shower, “Thought you needed the— yeah, fine.” he called out in response.
The Enforcer finished up his mission prep in no time. At this point he’d been using the same load out for so long, it was all second nature. He was just pulling on his jacket when BeeGee twilled something across the comms.
“Copy.” he said into his comm then he called out to Kara, “We’ll be dropping out of hyperspace in fifteen and on the ground in thirty.”
Thirty minutes later…
Crix strode down the boarding ramp of The Blackbird with his usual cocksure strut. His eyes were locked on the sunset that cast the cityscape of Prosperity in silhouette. He lingered there, nerves a little on edge. Not for the job, that was gonna be fucking easy, no it was Kara that had him like this. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but there’d been a change in her when he’d shown her that datapad.
He looked over his shoulder as she sauntered down the ramp. Unconsciously his lip curled into a smirk as he looked at her. This might not be that hard. He fired up his speeder bike, “Need a ride?”
By the time they reached the museum the sun had set and night shrouded the streets in darkness while the streetlights lit the way. The rustic industrial visage of Prosperity was refreshing. The planet had a solid blue collar to it. Poor bastards. He knew his luck would run out one day. He knew he’d take a job and that’d be it. His last one. He wasn’t a Peef Callo. He was just an Enforcer. His mind drifted to Kessel, ...and a shitty one at that, he thought as he slowed his bike and set down a street over on the backside of the museum.
An alleyway ran directly into the back door of the joint and it was dark as sin the whole way. Once they blew out those doors clutching the Royal Jewels they’d be in the clear.
He smiled then slid off the bike and offered her a hand, “You ready for our date?”
@Eccles
Then the moment was gone.
Crix had settled in at his workstation when Kara started to say something, “Hm?” he said, looking toward her. Taking a pull from his cigarette, suddenly she decided to take a shower, “Thought you needed the— yeah, fine.” he called out in response.
The Enforcer finished up his mission prep in no time. At this point he’d been using the same load out for so long, it was all second nature. He was just pulling on his jacket when BeeGee twilled something across the comms.
“Copy.” he said into his comm then he called out to Kara, “We’ll be dropping out of hyperspace in fifteen and on the ground in thirty.”
Thirty minutes later…
Crix strode down the boarding ramp of The Blackbird with his usual cocksure strut. His eyes were locked on the sunset that cast the cityscape of Prosperity in silhouette. He lingered there, nerves a little on edge. Not for the job, that was gonna be fucking easy, no it was Kara that had him like this. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but there’d been a change in her when he’d shown her that datapad.
He looked over his shoulder as she sauntered down the ramp. Unconsciously his lip curled into a smirk as he looked at her. This might not be that hard. He fired up his speeder bike, “Need a ride?”
By the time they reached the museum the sun had set and night shrouded the streets in darkness while the streetlights lit the way. The rustic industrial visage of Prosperity was refreshing. The planet had a solid blue collar to it. Poor bastards. He knew his luck would run out one day. He knew he’d take a job and that’d be it. His last one. He wasn’t a Peef Callo. He was just an Enforcer. His mind drifted to Kessel, ...and a shitty one at that, he thought as he slowed his bike and set down a street over on the backside of the museum.
An alleyway ran directly into the back door of the joint and it was dark as sin the whole way. Once they blew out those doors clutching the Royal Jewels they’d be in the clear.
He smiled then slid off the bike and offered her a hand, “You ready for our date?”
@Eccles
