A quiet drink

[Raziel]

Raziel let the steam from the small cup of caf waft up his nostrils. This was a good blend, delicate, but with a good flavour. The Spymaster was starting to suspect he was getting addicted to the stuff. Too many meetings and not enough field work.

He leaned back in the wooden chair, letting the sounds of the busy street wash over him as he let his senses reach out. Like tendrils they reached out through the Force, feeling out for any danger. There were so many thoughts and emotions around him, but he sensed nothing directed in his way.

A nice public street on a neutral world that valued it's justice system that was remarkably free of corruption. The perfect ground for this kind of meeting. Noises about an experienced agent recently joining the free market had reached him, so it was time for a little chat.

[member="November Sinclair"]

 

[The End Narrator]

He would reach but he would find nothing - he would seek to touch her very essence but discover a feint whisper that echoed from one end to the other as she concealed herself within the wells of the Force. Instead, he'd feel a nervous Rodian approach from across the way for the chat in which he contacted her. The Rodian would seat himself directly across from [member="Raziel"] and place his hands directly on the table as he was instructed via a small earpiece - and repeat each word she said in an emotionless voice. "What do you want?"

 

[Raziel]

[member="November Sinclair"]
Raziel took a delicate sip of his caf, subtly nodding for the waiter to approach the table. He took care to lean slightly to the side, eyes flicking to the small earpiece. Short range, but that didn't preclude the use of a nearby range extender.

"How very cautious of you," Raziel replied with a wry smile. "But understandable. My employer has come to understand that you've recently become more... available... for work. Of course, coming into that knowledge so quickly immediately makes them a little nervous.

"Oh, can I get you a drink?" Raziel asked as the waiter approached. "Please, relax," he added, clearly on the rodian stooge's behalf.

His eyes flicked to the visible buildings. They were fairly walled in here, no lines of sight to distant, tall buildings at least.

Putting the word out that an agent had left or gone rogue was a classic ruse that spynet still used to create double agents. He imagined their enemies were just as likely to use the same ploy.

 

[The End Narrator]

November would smirk - somewhere concealed beyond his reach - but not beyond the reach of the Delta-X 171. If her calculations were correct, and they were, the Rodian was directly on the other side of the wall where she was aiming. Should there be a deviation or a need to rid herself of such an asset - a simple pull of the trigger would eliminate him as well as that earpiece...as there wouldn't be much left. She sighed heavily and told the Rodian to politely decline the drink to which he did with a simple wave of his hand.

"I made the choice to become freelance - as I saw the direction in which the Republic was heading." The Rodian said and even copied her chuckle, which made her chuckle even more. "It's become a corrupted shell of it's former self to which I can no longer support - it's not about money but about other values to which apparently no government in the Galaxy holds true to." He said with a thick accent. November would sigh heavily, lamenting on her decision to leave the Republic - no, it was more she was forced out by the powers that be.

"Either way, What is it I can do for you?"

[member="Raziel"]