=Theed Plasma Refinery Complex=
"Say, Madge," said Nelson, crouched on all fours in front of what was definitely a thermal detonator, "you've really outdone yourself this time."
Vin crossed his arms, standing behind Nelson and pointedly not joining him beneath the desk he was under. "They don't call me Magic for nothing," he muttered. Now they'd be stuck here waiting for EOD to dispose of the bomb he'd just found instead of tracking down the Sith acolyte.
"Ouch!" Nelson hit his head against the desk, cursing as he stood back up. "You already called EOD?"
"Yep." Vin wiggled the comlink he'd just used in the air. "They're coming. Do we have to stick around for this? We have work to do."
"I suppose so, what with you saving the city again, and all."
"You know, I'm assuming that our Sith acolyte planted this, and he isn't going to stick around and wait for EOD to disconnect his little surprise. Don't you think we should go?"
Nelson sighed, and fiddled with his comlink for a moment before raising it to his lips. He wore an earpiece, so Vin couldn't hear responses Nelson got as he announced to the other end that they were resuming their mission. Vin didn't really care, though. He was sure they were on the right track. He clenched his fists as they headed back out to the streets. Hardly anyone was out tonight, which would increase the odds of running into the guy they were looking for…