Evoros
Two Faced
The red-painted astromech droid beeped its affirmation as it began the vessel's descent, and Evoros smiled a thin acknowledgement before seating herself in preparation. Both hands wrapped around a mug of lukewarm caf--her third at least since departing in the late evening, not that she was counting--as the agent mentally revisited the details of the operation.
Name: Xander Cohen. Age: presumed mid-thirties. Description: Friendly with the Galactic Alliance, and considerably less friendly with the Collective. He pulled the strings of various richer companies, enough to make him at the very least a thorn in their side if not yet a direct threat. Objective: get rid of him as silently and efficiently as possible. She had always been a spy before she was an assassin, but really, it didn't pay to be choosy. Evoros did what she was asked to where it suited her, and a paycheck always suited her. There were far worse ways to get by.
Thud!
What was left of her caf jolted as the ship met surface. With a half-hearted sigh, she stood.
Here, however, outskirted their sphere of influence just enough for easy passage. It had taken some time to draw him out, pinpoint the ideal path, lure her target into visiting the wrong place at the wrong time. But she was ever so good at patience.
The bar was filled to the edges and overflowing with noise, and her target was easy to miss. Average height, average build, average everything (perhaps that was on purpose, she wondered silently) but there wasn't one second where Cohen wasn't in her sights over the rim of a glass. Water. Anything stronger was needlessly risky.
It felt like hours she waited, surrounded by countless conversations she idly kept track of and frankly too many strangers, but he stood to leave eventually.
She waited a little longer.
A little longer.
Then looked one last time over her shoulder and rose to follow him out.
Name: Xander Cohen. Age: presumed mid-thirties. Description: Friendly with the Galactic Alliance, and considerably less friendly with the Collective. He pulled the strings of various richer companies, enough to make him at the very least a thorn in their side if not yet a direct threat. Objective: get rid of him as silently and efficiently as possible. She had always been a spy before she was an assassin, but really, it didn't pay to be choosy. Evoros did what she was asked to where it suited her, and a paycheck always suited her. There were far worse ways to get by.
Thud!
What was left of her caf jolted as the ship met surface. With a half-hearted sigh, she stood.
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She hadn't been this close to Alliance space in some years. Once, Evoros had hated theirs simply because they were them and she was us - she'd learned since to reject the idea of an us. Instead there was her and there was everyone else, and they fit into whatever place they had to. This, like everything else, was met with the casual indifference she'd worked so long to perfect.Here, however, outskirted their sphere of influence just enough for easy passage. It had taken some time to draw him out, pinpoint the ideal path, lure her target into visiting the wrong place at the wrong time. But she was ever so good at patience.
The bar was filled to the edges and overflowing with noise, and her target was easy to miss. Average height, average build, average everything (perhaps that was on purpose, she wondered silently) but there wasn't one second where Cohen wasn't in her sights over the rim of a glass. Water. Anything stronger was needlessly risky.
It felt like hours she waited, surrounded by countless conversations she idly kept track of and frankly too many strangers, but he stood to leave eventually.
She waited a little longer.
A little longer.
Then looked one last time over her shoulder and rose to follow him out.
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