Low Profiles Never Last

[Darlyn Excron]

It was a pretty average day out on the city streets. Sun was shining, the people were going about their lives, and Darlyn was finishing contact for a small time bounty. It was genuinely pretty small time, go to such and such and execute a certain individual for whom the bounty was strictly 'dead'. Would pay the bills and allow him to feed himself for a week or so, not a bad deal. And quite honestly no one would miss the scum, being the small time but annoying crook he was.

Speaking of whom, around the corner he walked, catching sight of the black robed man but not seeming to realize his danger. The perks perhaps of being relatively unknown when it came to hunting. Strange, though, seeing as Darlyn had his mirrored mask on, certainly not an average sight. STill, the man wanted to walk to his death that was fine by him. He walked forward, towards the man, and when no one (he thought) was looking, grabbed the man by his shoulder, a hand over his mouth, and pushed him into an alley. Before he could protest or cry for help, Darlyn twisted his neck and snapped it easily. The body slumped to the floor, and he glanced around.

He sincerely hoped no one had seen him.

<<I'm short on ideas but I figured this would be something simple enough you could figure out how to bump into one another.>>

[member="Rylan Thatcher"]

 

[Gherron Dragovalor]

Rylan walked slowly, taking his time as for once, he wasn't pressed to be anywhere. Wearing his hood up past his face, he kept his head down so as not to bring any attention to himself. He also took care to guard his force signature, save any other force users be nearby that could sense him. His rifles he left both on his ship, as the crowd he was in currently wasn't much of a weapon-toting one, however he did have his sidearm, Animus on him. One could never be without protection in this galaxy. The thought had just crossed his mind when, as if on cue, he felt a small twinge of fear come from an alley. Snapping his head to the left, he looked just in time to see two dark clad figures; one twisting the others neck before the lifeless body hit the deck. Sighing softly, he headed in the direction of the alley. Kark it , he thought, and quickened his pace a little to catch up to the killer, but not so much as he would be spotted. Low profiles never were Rylan's specialty. Besides, with as much tracks as he'd covered lately, nobody would suspect him for Gherron Vael, unless they really dug, or actually knew him.

[member="Darlyn Excron"]

 

[Darlyn Excron]

Unaware of [member="Rylan Thatcher"] watching, Darlym took the extra four or five seconds to take his employer's provided datapad to take a scan of the dead bounty, and prove exactly what he did, before thrning down the alley with his back to Rylan. He acted perfectly natural as he walked down it, intending to reach the other end of the block well before anyone ever got the chance to see him.

Granted it was late for that, and with him as focused on his job as he was he forgot to keep an open mind to sense others following him. It was quite amusing, he was a hubter with tunnel vision, that was going to bite him soon enough.