As i said when i updated TQATK i snapped my disk into pieces. So this is a rewrite of the original. It is not as good and I am not satisfied with it completely but i will post it as i can't seem to fix it again. The first time it took me nearly 2 weeks to get it right and i just don't have that kind of time again. Anyway i hope you like it anyway.

DWB is going away but my writing is still a little rusty so forgive any mistakes.

Mistakes are mine as my beta hasn't had the chance to fix this yet. She is away and i don't want to bother her right now.

I'm sorry this is so short. It may be a little confusing but it is necessary.

Enjoy!

My Targeter, My Rogue. Chapter 6.

General Cracken glanced at his Holopad and looked over his roster. He was just double-checking he hadn't made a mistake with the Aliases he had produced.

The young woman lay there crying in her room. She did not want to talk to anybody. She knew now just what she had done.

She wished she could comfort the young child she had been charged to care for.

Yet, she knew they would kill her if she became too attached. The lady in black could not fathom as to how she had garnered the attention of these hooded acolytes.

Disbelief clawed at her throat when she saw one of the men come to the child shaking it roughly and yelling for it to shut up.

He's just a little baby, she wanted to scream. He can't help being scared.

Instead she told him to keep his hands to himself the buyer would not pay as much for damaged goods.

One of the newest recruits looked a little green after that. She heard him whisper to his sister that I must have ice water running through my veins to make such a chilling statement so sincerely.

Little did the man, well that was an understatement he looked to be still in his teens, know?

How did these two siblings get involved? They don't look old enough to be so corrupted?

Making a mental note to find out she walked over to the baby picking it up. When asked what she was doing she told her superior she was checking for any damages that their moronic colleague might have left.

Secretly relieved, that there seemed to be no lasting damage, just a bruise spanning his shoulders that would fade within the next 48 hours.

The woman's shift tending to the baby ended an hour later.

Well, after eleven and a half months she had been given certain privileges that were not offered to the other staff members.

When she heard Governor Kyros return she quickly put away what she was doing and sat upon his couch seemingly waiting for him.

He came to her then and she accepted his kiss and did not question his unexpected arrival.

She merely waited the time in which he would ask her what he wanted her to do. Not that she had any other choice but to obey.

He held a garment bag aloft and ordered her to change and meet him at the Local Corellian restaurant. A business meeting he called it.

The dress he had brought for her consisted of two pieces of purple cloth the top half, strapless seemed to defy gravity in its ability not to slide down. The skirt joined to the bodice of the dress was of a darker colour and floated in waves on her upper thighs.

She now needed to find a pair of shoes that matched.

The store clerk, who for all appearances sake was a stranger, chatted with her amicably about, what looked like nothing.

He grinned at her and in a voice that nobody else heard laughed and told her, " Nice outfit, so where's the rest of it." She knew she could not take offence publicly for it would mean she compromised her acquaintance.

She received a pair of dark purple 3-inch heels. They held a tracking device and a bug within them. Undetectable of course, the agency's work was neither careless nor was it known for inability to conceal the espionage work they undertook.

Her handbag now had paraphernalia that only an experienced agent could detect.

However, it also contained, unbeknownst to the agent a specific device of the nature that was only given to suspected defectors. Although, the agency was conflicted, as to whether this procedure was necessary.

Only an outside influence had forced them to institute this measure.

The store clerk, an agent, had felt deeply ashamed for he was aiding an outside force commit one of the few truly heretic actions during an undercover mission.

The restaurant was home to an exclusively rich clientele. No one was seen as anything but wealthy and the best.

Yes, it was not a discreet place. The woman, his girlfriend! Sat across from him and endured his self-centred talk. Endured having to appear to be romanced when in fact his only uses for her were her body and mind.

Come on. You can do this, She thought. You have to!

He handed her a document. Showing her the house he planned to build on the beach. He had said it a little too loudly but she didn't think anyone would notice. Unbeknownst to everyone else though was the real contents' of the holocube.

She felt physically sick when she had finished reading the document.

Near the end of the night he had two of his men, thugs really, escort a young woman who had refused him home. She felt the stirrings of a headache as she transmitted the information on the girl to her superiors.

The contents of the document having had been revealed when she went to the restroom before dessert.

I am so sorry everyone. I sent out pm's and for some reason i didn't send a link. I don't have time to send one so hopefully it'll be read anyway.

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