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[Gillian Rel]

The Riots continued through at the day, growing in size and in violence. It provided the perfect cover for the phase of their plan.

Gil had followed Outlaw Tech's Regional Security, Thomas Bar, to his home and scooped it out. They would need to buy his loyalty so when the time came they wouldn't have to waste precious resources and time dealing with security.

They sat in the speeder with blacked out windows outside the mansion. Gil wore his black armor and mask. He didn't want to risk getting seen, his face recognized. Tasha would have to do the same, the blue-skinned woman was quite recognizable and given her desire for a clean reputation. "This has got to be better than being cooped up in that office of yours." he said, his mask muffling his words.

Their ultimate target was obviously tied up with the riots, but they weren't ready for him quite yet. They were here for his wife. They had only been married for several months. Gil had done a little bit of digging, the man seemed like the type that would roll over if his new family was in danger. If not, they would find someone who would turn, but this man would provide them the most benefit.

The speeder pulled down the road, Gil sinking down his seat a bit as it passed. "That's her." he said as the young woman got out of the speeder and made her way inside the large house. They would need to get inside undetected. He was sure the building had a security system but hadn't had time to fully scope that out.

 

[Tasha Blackwell]

Tasha wasn’t a big fan of wearing armor, and she had complained about it practically the entire way here. Wasn’t she a CEO? Why did she need to sneak around in stupid armor that hid her face? In the end, she relented and donned some armor that actually fit her. It had the added bonus of making her ass look fantastic, which made her feel slightly better about wearing it. With fashion sentiments out of the way, her focus was back on the task at hand.

At Gil’s words, she grimaced, “No one’s here to get me coffee or a glass of wine when I need it,” She grumbled, thinking about the interns she had hired. Tasha wasn’t above using them for fetch orders when she felt lazy. This entire new lifestyle felt strange to her still - getting other people to do things for her. She no longer had to sit on laps of skeezy old men and charm them into paying her. Tasha was able to use her charms in other ways, and it had helped her net some great business so far.

They had been expecting the target to arrive and enter the house. Before that happened, Tasha thought about the best way to get in, “We’ll have to do this the old fashioned way. We need to set up where we can see what code she puts in to disarm the security system. That’s the easiest way for us to get in,” Otherwise, they had to figure out the wiring and track where they could kill it without alerting authorities.

Before the woman arrived, Tasha got out of the speeder and made her way over to some bushes closer to the house. She had a clear visual from here, and she brought up some binocs to track the woman.

After some time, the woman arrived and walked towards the house. As she opened the door, there was small pause of time before alarms began to blare. The woman quickly put in a code, and Tasha was able to follow along as she keyed it in. This disarmed the system, but she quickly armed it again before going upstairs, leaving the coast clear for the two to enter.

 

[Gillian Rel]

He turned back towards her and grinned behind his mask. “She sends a couple of days in the big office and she's a spoiled brat…” he said. He didn't blame her, Gil would do the same, had done the same. He pulled a flask out of a pocket inside his jacket. “I would hate for you to go thirsty...mam,” he said laughing. He would take the flask back and take a drink before putting back in his jacket.

They climbed out and made their way to cover. Gil looked around the area to make sure no one saw them as Tasha watched their target enter the home. They could get in without it, they could have just nabbed her outside but this would be quieter, less messy. On Nar Shaddaa, he could be loud, not really caring if anyone saw him but it was important their identities remain unknown, Tasha more so than Gil.

They went to move towards the door after the woman had gone upstairs. They waited a minute to make sure she wasn't coming back down before approaching the door. Gil leaned up against the wall by the panel. He had tools to get through the door but Tasha would have to enter the code for the alarm.

Within a handful of seconds they were inside the home. Gil froze as the door closed, making sure there was no movement. He made it up four stairs before lights shown in the windows from outside as a speeder pulled into the driveway. “Oh shit.” He mouthed to himself. Her husband wasn't supposed to be home.

He looked back to Tasha as a man approached the front door. He moved down the stairs and ducked into a side room from the living room as someone rang the bell on the door. As they both disappeared, the lights flicked back on as the woman descended.

 

[Tasha Blackwell]

Tasha quickly got to work as they snuck into the house, making her way towards the keypad and punching the numbers in. It was nerve-wracking, and she had to be sure she had seen the correct sequence. After she punched them in, for a moment nothing happened. Tasha chewed on her lip, stepping and preparing to bolt. However, the device turned green and the alarms disabled.

Before they could do anything, the lights of a speeder shined slightly into the living room. Tasha glanced out, and it was clear that the speeder parked on the driveway. She whirled around to look at Gil, punching him on the arm to make it clear she wasn’t happy with him doing a sloppy job on getting the schedules down. Tasha ducked into the side room with him, observing as best as she could with her limited view.

“You said the husband wouldn’t be home for hours!” She quietly hissed at Gil, hearing the doorbell ring and the lights come on. Tasha heard the woman come downstairs, a pep in her step. She went towards the alarm system to switch it off, and Tasha could see her pause as she noticed it was already disarmed. The woman stared at this for a moment, but the man at the door distracted her away.

The door opened and the woman embraced the man, “Oh Adam, I’ve missed you so much!”

“I came as soon as I could. Are you sur-”

“Oh, Tom won’t be home for hours,” The woman giggled, “We have all evening to ourselves.”

“Perfect, I brought your favorite wine,” The two stepped in and made their way towards the very room Tasha and Gil were hiding in. Acting quick, Tasha used the Force to coil around a suit of armor by the stairs, making the helmet fall off. The woman screamed, moments before she calmed down and laughed about that ‘old stupid antique that Tom kept around’. The couple moved towards the armor to fix it, giving Tasha and Gil a small window to escape from their current room and to an opposite room.

Tasha darted across and hid again, crouching down to where she could see the room across. The couple walked in and lit the fireplace. Tasha sighed and looked at Gil, “Who the kriff is that asshole? And how much of a problem will it be if we whack him?”

 

[Gillian Rel]

This was just great. It would be hilarious if they weren't in the room next to them. Gil's mind spun as he went through the options they had. They weren't in any real danger exactly, but if this job was botched it could damper the final part of their plan.

The two walked towards them, of course, they were coming for the room they were in. Messy it is then. He put a hand on his quickdraw as they approached. The newcomer had picked the absolute worse time to show up, but that was how the dice fell sometimes. Gil got ready to take him out, when there was a loud clanging noise on the stairs. "What the kriff was that.." he thought as he saw the helmet fall down the stairs. He looked at Tasha, his masks expression blank as always.

It bought them time, and the two intruders danced to the other side of the room and into another room. The man spun to look in the area Gil and Tasha had been in, seeing movement out of his side vision. Gil's hand was still on his blaster as he slowly slid it from its holster. If the man yelled, it would be over for him. He starred for a moment before turning back to his lover. He playfully slapped her ass as she picked up the helmet. They then moved into the room that they had just left and lit a fireplace.

The couple wasted no time, clothes started flying off before Gil could answer. "How was I supposed to know she was using tonight as her cheat night." he said quietly. They really were wasting no time in the other room....at all. "So do we just interrupt them or let them finish?" he said, quietly laughing. The man was probably going to die soon, the romantic in Gil said they should at least give his couple minutes of pleasure. "He can't die here. We need this Tom guy to actually want to save his wife, not think she is a cheater." he said.

They would have to take the man too, kill him somewhere else probably. Maybe he was worth something, Gil wasn't above turning a complication into a bonus if he could. There was quiet moaning in the other room that was quickly growing louder. "Dibs on wine." he said.

 

[Tasha Blackwell]

Tasha groaned inwardly as he mentioned they couldn’t kill the man. He had a point – Tom wouldn’t be so sympathetic if it was clear there was a lover involved. Though this added an unnecessary complication, it also raised the question of whether this man could be useful as well. For now, she was distracted by the obnoxiously loud noises the woman was making. She half considered bursting in, but Gil just sitting there implied he felt sorry for them and would rather let them finish. Tasha sighed and rolled her eyes, “Let’s hope he’s a two-pump chump.”

She walked off from their current spot, wandering around in the room they were in and opening cabinets. She found a bottle of expensive, aged whisky and grinned, popping the top off and taking a swig. Tasha walked over to Gil, “Forget wine, check out this imported goodness,” She handed him the bottle, “Can switch out your flask,” She said, returning to waiting on the couple. Unfortunately, ‘Adam’ was not a two-pump chump. Their adventures seemed to on forever and Tasha was growing impatient.

“At this rate the Tom guy will be home,” She scowled, “Kriff this, we move in,” Tasha finally declared, popping the helmet back on and drawing out her blaster. She intended to use it mostly as a scare tactic, and hopefully it would be enough to get them to do what they needed.

She burst into the room, unfazed by the sight of the woman bent over the couch and the man right behind her. She shrieked and the man jumped back, arms up in the air. Tasha kept the gun trained on them, “On the ground! Both of you! Any sudden movements and you die,” This would give Gil the chance to subdue them.

“What do you want?!” The woman screeched, “You won't know who you're dealing with! Do you know who I am?!”

 

[Gillian Rel]

This was one of the more odd situations he had found himself in, but most of his adventures with Tasha were so it was pretty par for the course. Tasha looked through the cabinets as things grew more intense in the other room. "Now, this is what I am talking about." he said taking the bottle and drinking from it before dumping out the cheap whiskey in his flask and replacing it with the stuff before taking another drink and setting the bottle down.

"Never let it be said that I didn't try be nice.." he said with a grin as they decided to go in. "At least he is going out on a good showing.." he said, judging from the sounds in the other room.

Gil also drew his blaster as they burst in the room. They weren't noticed at first for a second until Tasha yelled. The scene was hilarious to Gil. The man jumped back, startled by the sudden noise, probably thinking her husband had shown up.

When he saw the two masked intruders, the naked man got a sudden burst of courage. "Hey you can't just..." as he stepped forward. Gil pistol-whipped the man, causing him to go out like a light. The man collapsed in a heap, blood trailing from a wound on his head. He turned the woman. His mask distorting his voice, "We know exactly who you are. You are coming with us." he said as a matter of fact. If she spoke up again, she would likely find herself in a similar spot as her love.

She opened her mouth before looking down at the unconscious man on the floor and decided to take the easier route. They tied her up, gagging her so she didn't change her mind later about speaking up.

Gil groaned. He should have waited to knock the man out. Now he was going to have to lug this guy's naked ass out of the room to their speeder "For kriffs sake.." he cursed as he grabbed the rug in the room and started rolling the unconscious man in it. It seemed like a better option than just carrying him out naked.

Tasha could escort the woman out, making sure she didn't anything stupid. He handed her the bottle of wine. Yeah, Gil was a whiskey guy, but he could appreciate a good wine now and then. "Alright, lover boy, its time to go for a ride." he said picking up the rug with the body inside.

 

[Tasha Blackwell]

Thankfully everything was still going as planned. The man went down easy, and the woman was quickly gagged. Tasha realized the same time as Gil that they were now left with a heavy, lumbering naked man to deal with. Thankfully, Gil thought her weaker and she was stuck dealing with escorting the woman out instead.

The woman was whimpering the entire time, tears streaming down her face. Tasha took some time to quickly clean out the blood from the man on the floor, the rest on the rug he was rolled up in. She knew Tom would have the entire place combed, and he didn’t need to find DNA samples from someone else. Tasha would do her due diligence with the blood, she couldn’t speak for any other...DNA Adam would be leaving behind.

After she was done, she grasped the woman by the upper arm and hastily pulled her along. Tasha and the woman both paused to give Gil an incredulous look when he handed her the bottle. Her jaw tightened, but she couldn’t entirely blame him after their past incident where she refused to throw a bottle of whiskey.

They had pulled the speeder around the back to make a discreet escape. Tasha pushed through the back door, looking around to ensure the coast was clear. She moved first, beginning to pull the woman along towards the speeder. She began to squeal through her gag, squirming around and trying to draw attention. With a sigh, Tasha slammed her own blaster against the side of her head, knocking her out.

“Why do they always have to make it difficult?” She sighed, now lugging around her own sack of potatoes as she shoved the woman into the speeder.

 

[Gillian Rel]

They loaded both the unconscious bodies into the back of their speeder. Gil tossed a blanket over the unmoving forms. It wasn't a great disguise, but it looked better than two bodies being visible from outside. "It wouldn't be fun if it was easy." he said to Tasha.

Tasha had cleaned up inside and Gil had grabbed the man's things, including the keys to his own speeder. "Here." he said tossing her the keys to the extra speeder. "We will need to get rid of that thing." he said nodding to the speeder the man had arrived in. "For now, we can meet up at the spot." he said climbing into the speeder they had come in.

He checked the two, making sure they were still out cold before he took off towards an abandoned warehouse far out of the way that they had chosen for this job. It would give them the privacy they needed for the next part of their plan.

The trip there was uneventful, Gil knowing how to fly when he didn't want to get caught. He waited for Tasha before moving the bodies inside. He checked to make sure no one had seen them enter, but the area was pretty abandoned, except for the occasional passed out drug addict.

Both of them were tied to chairs, still naked. "You ready?" he asked Tasha. They would need her to send a message to Tom, one that would bring him to their side, at least temporarily. He splashed water on her face, and the woman gasped, eyes wide as they tried to re-focus.

 

[Tasha Blackwell]

Tasha was more than happy to take the speeder that didn’t include the two hostages. She despised complications such as this, missing her days as a Sith that involved being blunt. She said nothing as she took the keys, hopping into the lover’s speeder - which was quite luxurious. Tasha hopped into the driver’s seat and glanced over to see a datapad.

She took the datapad and switched it on, filing through it entirely out of curiosity. After a moment she came across what appeared to be an unfinished report that was to be filed for Sector Rangers. It had both Adam and Tom’s wife as witnesses to blowing Tom’s business operations wide open. Tasha grimaced, realizing that the two had been hatching a plot to get Tom locked up for good. This also meant there could be complications even after they took over the warehouses.

Tasha put the datapad aside for now and made her way over to the rendezvous point. She walked in to find them in chairs, still nude. Tasha grimaced, “Can we put a tarp on him or something? I’m tired of looking at his hairy chest and nether regions,” She grumbled, bringing up the datapad and tossing it to Gil to read, “The plot thickens.”

The woman had come to by now, and she stared at them with wide eyes. After a bit of struggling, she finally quieted down. Tasha drew out the woman’s comlink, searching till she came across her husband’s number. She looked at the woman, yellow eyes narrowing, “We have a message for you to send your dear husband. You say anything out of line, and I’ll take a body part off one by one.”

 

[Gillian Rel]

He caught the datapad and read it over. He shook his head and let out a chuckle. "Sneaky bastards..." he said as he looked up to Tasha.

He looked around, not seeing a tarp in the old abandoned warehouse. He tossed the rug pack over the man, causing the man to wake up slightly and begin panicking. "Enough of that," he said as the man struggled enough so his head was uncovered. Gil put a blaster to his temple. "Being a hassle is not going to be a good move right now," he said. It was enough to shut the man up.

Gil stood by as the Tasha called the woman's husband. The woman was a snake, but not a dumb snake. She played along, read the message they had read. The line was disconnected and Gil turned away from the hostages. "Now we just hope he is more loyal to you than you are to him," he said.

He moved over to Tasha, away from the two love birds. "I'll get some guys to sit on these two until we get our opening with Outlaw," he said.

Their plan had one last step, pressure the company enough that made their operations here too costly. He had a feeling that an opportunity would come soon. Their labor force was literally up in arms against them, and now their own security was in their pocket.

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