Shiloh slipped her mask on, despite the pains he had taken to cover his tracks, she had picked up his scent, it was her job to find the hidden. Discover truths. She was good at it, she was the best, she both loved and hated her work, loved the puzzles, loved unraveling the clues. More often than not though she hated the truths. She had discovered many truths in her career, about the Empire, about the Republic, about those that rule on both sides, and both sides were ugly. Thoughts drifted to her sister, her shy demeanor, her easy smile, her kind heart. She would be chewed up, spit out and crushed on Korriban, she would most likely die there, deemed weak for her compassionate heart. Her mother was a fool. Shiloh would fly her to Tython herself, as dangerous as it would be, the Jedi were far from perfect, but they would not kill Kianna for failure, they would nurture her, not condemn her for her sweet nature.

She pushed it out of her mind. Today she was tasked with murdering an innocent child, a mere babe in arms. Shiloh had not yet decided if she would go through with it. If after the Smuggler left she would simply let Quinn go. Lords Ardyth and Kaervrek would not know, it was a huge risk to take. Regardless she had followed the trail here, to this hangar, she spied a perfect birds nest, switched on her stealth field generator and climbed into the rafters to wait for her quarry.

The large freighter landed first. Shiloh, shot a homing beacon onto the hull, with her wrist attachment, the stealth field shimmered in the dust, but she remained hidden. A woman of about 30 stepped out, long duster, blonde hair, Cyborg, with extensive cybernetic enhancements on her right eye and face, with a well muscled red Zabrak, Mandalorian. Captain Ainsley Isiz and Akaavi Spar. The ship was inspected by three young Imperial officers, all seemed to check out. Not long after Malavai Quinn stepped into the hangar, with the Twilek Vette. Shiloh knew them both, personally, her and Vector had been invited to dine with the Emperor's Wrath on more than one occasion. She respected Quinn immensely, she had hoped that she would not have been able to pick up his trail, and it had been a difficult trail to pick up.

She looked through the scope, read each parties lips. Waited. The child entered her scope, tiny, wrapped in a blanket, Quinn held her, there was no clear shot, Shiloh clenched her jaw, she had to decide.

White hot pain lanced through her, her whole body bent as she reached for her knee, she felt herself falling, she hit the metal floor with a grunt, the breath knocked out of her. She tried to breath in, once, twice, finally her lungs started working again, but her mask was too tight.

"Quinn we've got someone up here" Vette yelled down.

Shiloh looked up, two pistol barrels trained at her head.

"Up" the Twilek commanded her.

Shiloh struggled to her feet, her knee had a hole in it, she could smell her burnt flesh, the second she put weight on it, the pain flared white again, her stomach turned, but she held it. She limped forward, ahead of Vette, her mask still on, she breathed hard, a new pain coming from her side. A cracked rib maybe? When she got to Quinn, she noticed more guns out, the Mandalorian there now, large techstaff in hand, large bulbous and heavy looking ends. Lovely. One of them came down on her good leg, forcing her to her knees, sharp intake of breath, black spots in front of her eyes, or was it her mask? Her mask was ripped off, along with a handful of hair, but she was glad for the fresh air. For about five seconds, then all eyes were on her. She was relieved of her vibroblade, two pistols, 3 smoke grenades, her stealth generator and her second rifle. No one could ever argue Shiloh wasn't prepared for all situations. Except for Twileks who could see through stealth generators.

"Cipher 9" Quinn looked at her, an emotionless look on his face.

"former" Shiloh corrected him, that earned her the back end of a pistol to the face. Now she tasted blood.

"You know her?" Asked Isiz, her pistols still drawn, one on Quinn and one on her.

"Yes but I didn't hire her" Quinn looked at her then, expectant.

"You're wife, Quinn, and her father. They wanted to ensure that you would do your duty, barring that, I was to do it in your stead." She looked up at the Smuggler, "Never marry a Sith Pureblood, they're a twisted lot."

"No kidding" Ainsley agreed.

Quinn handed the baby to Vette, looked at Shiloh, put his hands around her neck and bent very closely, his lips brushing against her ear as her spoke. "I am going to kill you."His hand squeezed, and then his other fist was on her, she saw stars, then again, and again. Shiloh was on the floor now, her nerves on fire, nothing but pain filled her thoughts, while Captain Malavai Quinn viciously assaulted his daughters would be assassin. There was fire in his eyes, his perfectly combed black hair tussled and out of place. His normally expressionless face, twisted in anger. Shiloh understood, she had threatened his child. She would have done the same to anyone who would have threatened one of her own. The three women looked on, not moving a muscle to help, all equally disgusted with someone who would kill a three day old infant. There was cold durasteel against her temple, she heard the the high pitched sound of the blaster charging.

"You don't want to kill me" She choked out, she spit blood to help her lips and mouth form words, to keep breathing.

"I'm pretty sure he does sweetheart" Ainsley said matter of factly. "And if the good Captain wasn't, I sure as hell would be. This is the kind of job you say no to, Blue, just some friendly advice before he puts a hole in your head"

"Lord…Ardyth is expecting my report, in person. If I don't report to her, she'll know. She'll send another." Shiloh waited, Ardyth wasn't expecting an in person report, but she honestly didn't want to die, she had to take care of Kianna, she wanted to see Vector again, she would be needing another massage after this. She twisted, to look up at Quinn, barrel pressing painfully against her temple, boring a hole. She saw his eye twitch, recognition, mind working, chewing on her words.

"You will report to my wife that I did my duty, that I buried our child beside my mother in an unmarked grave" His voice was hoarse, but his composure was returning.

"Yes sir" Shiloh managed back, and she meant it, piss on the Sith, she was no baby killer, she vowed never to take on a target that was too young to legally drink. Her nose was bleeding she noted absently, broken too….she had such a pretty nose, the back of his pistol came down towards her, hard, Black spots, gave way to stars, then white, then blessedly the pain fell back as her eyes rolled, she passed out.