Private Steppin' Razor

[Torn Eskol]

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SIA SPECDIV
AGENT ESKOL
"RIVET".

CORUSCANT
DARRO'S APARTMENT

Darro Carden​

"Go get him." Torn turned his head at the dossier, pinning the comm unit to his shoulder with his ear. "Get him, get him, or grab him?" There was a pause at the other end. "Start with the latter, then move to the former if he doesn't play ball." Torn waited for a while, then nodded. "Got it." He picked up a few credits, a transportation identification badge, and a dead drop site for his gear. "Rivet, today." Torn scowled a little. "Rivet, huh."

He had come in, like a ghost. There was a misconception that getting into someone's place was easy to do when they were sleeping. While true, it presented too many variables. So, Rivet often pulled a simpler approach: break in when they weren't there, and then wait.

Plus, if you were killing them, eating their snacks was on the table. But at the moment, the kid just needed to be talked to. Just needed to be informed, maybe used, maybe dumped afterwards. So, Rivet lie in wait, a verpine shatterpistol in his lap, sitting in Darro's apartment. At his feet were two bags. And a bodybag tucked into one of them, just in case the kid got uppity. Rivet was wearing a mask, a simple balaclava. And he heard the door click. Rivet didn't turn, but he waited for the kid to get deeper into the room, keeping the gun level with his chest.

Rivet turned on the lamp near him. He put his fingers to his lips, rising to a stand- the gun still trained on him from the hip. At this range, with that shatterpistol- it'd be a cakewalk. A deadly silent cakewalk.

"Make any funny moves and you die. Sit down, Darro."

He indicated to the chair he was just sitting in.

"We're gonna chat, you and I."

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[Darro Carden]

Darro's Apartment

Yawning as he came in, there was nothing he wanted more than to get a hot shower and just crash on his bed. He had been at the training range for longer than he had planned, but normally where he'd have been complaining about having to spend all of his free time there, he had considered it worth it for several reasons.

Though, as the lights turned on, he saw the man and the gun pointed at him. There was a few seconds of shock and fear, but as he watched the man put his fingers to his lips, with Darro guessing he didn't want him to not shout, he nodded slowly as he took a seat.

"How can I help you, unknown dangerous guy with a gun...?"

 

[Torn Eskol]

Darro Carden
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SIA SPECDIV
RIVET


Rivet didn't say anything for a second, but leaned on the wall. It made him look more relaxed, but it also had the benefit of nobody being able to sneak up behind him or approach him from the rear, should anyone else be in the house.

"I need an asset for a mission. You're it."

He gestured to the bag below him, using the pistol. He didn't however, take it off of him. The kid wanted in? Fine, Rivet would put him in.

"You don't get to say no."

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[Darro Carden]

Staring at the guy, Darro was almost positive he had to be with the Galactic Alliance. Why else would someone want to break into his apartment and tell him that he was going on a mission? Nodding again, Darro allowed a smirk to cross his face as slowly got up and went over to a small table and pulled out a blaster before he placed it down.

"Really, a mission? Well, here I was thinking no one in the Alliance was going to pay any attention to me for some time, but now I have mysterious people ordering me around..."

Sitting on the edge of the couch, Darro ran a hand through his hair.

"So, what is this mission, and who you are you?"

 

[Torn Eskol]

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SIA SPECDIV
AGENT ESKOL

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Rivet stared for a while, debating on even if to answer his question. He did however, walk over to the table, putting the blaster pistol away from the kid's reach.

"I don't exist."

He said eerily, gesturing to the bag at his feet. It was slightly open- and there was a paper dossier inside, along with a change of clothes. Perfectly sized to him. Perfectly. Not exactly high-end fashion clothes, but definitely higher up on the end of streetwear.

"You're going to put these on. Get into a cab that will be outside of this place in five minutes. If you're not in that cab, if you don't put that earpiece on, and you don't go to work-

You're out."

Perhaps Rivet meant that he'd be out of a job, out of the Alliance, or maybe, Rivet was going to shoot him dead. Rivet took the blaster pistol that the kid produced with him, tucking it into his waistband before walking backwards to the door, before folding his non-firing hand behind him, opening the door. His eyes, the only thing visible behind the mask, glowed slightly. He looked demonic, shrouded in the dim light and shadows of the room, with just his eerie slightly-glowing eyes. Then, as quickly as he came, he was gone. And the kid was left with a choice. Either go into the man's dark, mysterious, evil world, or don't.

The choice was in the bag, and in that earpiece.