Lily Rhodes
Unseen
The job had been a simple one, even for a group of teenagers. Get into the museum or temple, or whatever the place was, steal the datacron and get out. The complication was that for some reason, the handler wanted a group of them to complete said job. So instead of having to worry abut herself, Lily had to worry about which person was going to bolt, who was going to take more than the job asked, which idiot would freeze if things went sideways or even worse, which on would stick a knife in someone's back. She'd always been a reader, but Sonere and the Nagai telepaths had helps her hone that ability after opening her fully to the force. It had come in handy, and she started to build a small but respectable name for herself as a thief.
Their handler...he'd given off the energy of someone who was outright lying, but what he was lying about Lily couldn't figure out. Was it the money? She'd asked why so many, and he'd simply smiled and shrugged. More hands make a lighter load or some, shavvit. He'd been force sensitive too, felt her poking for an answer on the surface of his thoughts and he'd closed her out. Lily at the very least had had a chance to scope the museum out the days leading up to the job. It was open to public in the days, so she'd walked its paths, planned her exits. Always a minimum of three routes.
She was confident, regardless of all the warning signals, that whatever wasn't sitting right was simple paranoia. So as midnight rolled over the city, and someone picked the lock to get them in, she slipped in with a smile on her face. A smile that had stayed, until lockdown alarms had blared. And the cold sensation of someone watching from the shadows, spread over her. This wasn't a job, they were not thieves. This was a hunt and they were the prey.
"RUN!"
Vazz
Their handler...he'd given off the energy of someone who was outright lying, but what he was lying about Lily couldn't figure out. Was it the money? She'd asked why so many, and he'd simply smiled and shrugged. More hands make a lighter load or some, shavvit. He'd been force sensitive too, felt her poking for an answer on the surface of his thoughts and he'd closed her out. Lily at the very least had had a chance to scope the museum out the days leading up to the job. It was open to public in the days, so she'd walked its paths, planned her exits. Always a minimum of three routes.
She was confident, regardless of all the warning signals, that whatever wasn't sitting right was simple paranoia. So as midnight rolled over the city, and someone picked the lock to get them in, she slipped in with a smile on her face. A smile that had stayed, until lockdown alarms had blared. And the cold sensation of someone watching from the shadows, spread over her. This wasn't a job, they were not thieves. This was a hunt and they were the prey.
"RUN!"
