AN: This is a story written by me and a friend.
Her parts will be marked with a ~FH~, and mine will be marked with a ~MC~. Parts that are written by both of us will be marked with a ~FD~.
Happy Reading!
Chapter Two
~MC~
Aria Senn glanced around the noisy bar, searching the sea of faces for her target. Male. Human. About 25. Brown Hair, Brown Eyes. She scanned through the info in her head. Got em'! she thought triumphantly as she saw him trying to slip towards a side exit. She pushed herself away from the bar, tossing the bartender a few coins as payment for her water. She didn't drink alcohol, she found the stuff revolting.
She weaved through the crowd with ease, exiting behind him. She could have taken him down in the Cantina, but that would have only caused panic and screaming. She hated screaming. "Freeze." Her words clipped through the air towards him. He did so, turning, raising an eyebrow at the sight of her. "A human kid?" She gritted her teeth, resisting the urge to whip out her concealed pistol and shoot him right then and there. "I'm not a kid." she spat. His eyes widened slightly, a thing she took pleasure in. Fear. Ah, the sight of it on her target's faces when they realized that they were moments from their death at the hands of a girl who looked to be about 10.
"Please!" He pleaded, throat suddenly dry. "I've got kids that need me, their mom is de-" His words where cut off by a blade severing his head from his neck. "Like I care." The girl muttered darkly, bending down and retrieving the head, cleaning her knife blade on his hair. She glanced around, and then, satisfied no one was following, strode away towards her space ship, bloody, sightless head- mouth still open in his final plea- in her left hand. She looked very much like a murderer. Perhaps she was a murderer- but she preferred the term assassin.
Arriving at the 'Night Rouge', Aria lowered the ramp and entered, tossing the head in a corner protected by scrap cloth. As she prepared to take off, her ship's comlink buzzed. Aria sighed, jamming the on button with her thumb and grimacing as the image of an ugly Hutt shimmered onscreen. "Yes, Barlen?" She hissed, annoyed. The Hutt regarded her, unable to read her face behind the mask. "I have another assignment. This one is worth more than the last." She huffed, taking her hands off the controls and leaning backwards, raising an eyebrow behind her mask. "It'd better be."
