It was pretty ballsy to place a hit on a navy captain but even ballsier to take it. Émi supposed a lot of things had changed since the past. The New Republic disbanded, leaving both its people, navy, and army left to wander. "Must've been waiting for the right time to place this one," she said to herself while walking through the street of Ord Mantell City. The city's atmosphere wasn't the worst Émilienne has experienced but it certainly wasn't the best. Ord Mantell City was still packed with syndicate members snooping around. It was warmer in this area as well; her all black attire didn't help either. The occasional gust of wind always managed to blow dust directly into ones eyes, but you could never close them as to prevent some kid pickpocketing you.
For the past week, Émilienne stalked the movements of a New Republic supply outpost within the city. She tracked where shipments went, where they come from, and what they were. Once did she catch a glimpse of the Captain standing by the front gate; he rarely left the outpost. Émilienne worried if the Captain knew about the hit, but she assumed he would have just fled the planet if he did. "The bloke must be living mighty comfortably behind the walls of his 'palace'..." She would have to find a way to infiltrate the outpost, or draw the Captain out. The outpost was adequately guarded enough for a direct approach to be discouraged. Émi preferred to do things as quietly as possible anyways. However, she couldn't remain patient forever; the possibility for other hitmen to be in the area existed. Within the small but chaotic crime-riddled city, any individual could be her competitor. It felt rather exhilarating, since it reminded Émi of the times she spent hunting with her siblings.
At the end of the week a larger shipment of supplies was scheduled to arrive at the outpost. "Surely he'll be there.. Émilienne thought to herself. She made her way to the marketplace to intercept a transport as the first step of her plan. The smell of barbecue meat skewers from food vendors traveling along the walkways and dirt paths. There was a wider dirt path that struck through the center of the market. She took a seat at a vendor near the path, waiting for the transport to arrive.
For the past week, Émilienne stalked the movements of a New Republic supply outpost within the city. She tracked where shipments went, where they come from, and what they were. Once did she catch a glimpse of the Captain standing by the front gate; he rarely left the outpost. Émilienne worried if the Captain knew about the hit, but she assumed he would have just fled the planet if he did. "The bloke must be living mighty comfortably behind the walls of his 'palace'..." She would have to find a way to infiltrate the outpost, or draw the Captain out. The outpost was adequately guarded enough for a direct approach to be discouraged. Émi preferred to do things as quietly as possible anyways. However, she couldn't remain patient forever; the possibility for other hitmen to be in the area existed. Within the small but chaotic crime-riddled city, any individual could be her competitor. It felt rather exhilarating, since it reminded Émi of the times she spent hunting with her siblings.
At the end of the week a larger shipment of supplies was scheduled to arrive at the outpost. "Surely he'll be there.. Émilienne thought to herself. She made her way to the marketplace to intercept a transport as the first step of her plan. The smell of barbecue meat skewers from food vendors traveling along the walkways and dirt paths. There was a wider dirt path that struck through the center of the market. She took a seat at a vendor near the path, waiting for the transport to arrive.
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