Enigma: Part 3

Chapter 1

"Those don't pay too well," Flint relied sarcastically before taking a bite.

Evander chuckled and began to eat his own breakfast. "So we go into the city after we eat?"

Flint nodded. "Yeah, sounds good."

So they did just that. After finishing their bland, unappetizing breakfast they marched into town with blasters in their belts.
Just in case.

With their hands shoved into their pockets and walking shoulder to shoulder they made their way through the bustling, grimy city. If you kept your head down you might just make it through okay. The two men had gotten good at that. But being the Jedi they were, it was tough to turn away at people in need. What they often forgot was that they too were in need.

Evander leaned against the counter inside an empty Cantina, resting his elbow and putting on some swagger.

"Need another job?" The bartender grumbled.

Evander nodded and smirked. "Sure do. What have you got?"

The bartender put down his rag and walked over, eyeing them carefully. Flint stayed back and watched the area around them. Often times there would be ambushes in scenarios like this and they were always vastly outnumbered.

"Just a simple transport of goods."

"To where?"

"Corascaunt."

Evander resisted the urge to let his shock show on his face. They haven't left the outer rim in years for fear of being caught by the empire.

"Must pay well, then," Evander replied cooly with a slight chuckle.

The bartender chuckled and shook his head slightly. "You betcha. 2,000 credits."

"We'll take it," Evander said as he outstretched his hand over the counter. The bartender shook it and exchanged a small data drive in the handshake. Evander pulled his hand away and put the small piece of metal into his pocket. It held all the secret info they needed for the job.

"Good luck, you two," the bartender said with a sarcastic laugh before going back to his work.

Evander saluted him casually and they left. Flint knew better than to say anything more than necessary in the city, otherwise he would've exploded.

But once they safely arrived home...

"Are you crazy?! We can't go back there!"

Evander put his hands up. "We need the credits! Plus the big shots go to busy, Imperial places all the time!"

"Oh yeah, and we're supposed to be big shots right?" Flint snapped back. Evander just rolled his eyes and plugged the drive into the Holo on their small kitchen table.

"Evander, do you realize what's there?" Flint asked seriously as he sat down next to him.

"Yep. Storm troopers galore," Evander replied calmly as he typed some stuff into the drive and then passed it on to Flint. He was the one who knew the code to get in.

Flint shot him a glare and then finally cracked. "Fine. But if it turns out badly we turn around."

Evander smiled and stood. On his way to the cockpit he patted Flint's shoulder. "Thanks, pal. Transmit the plans to the pit when you have 'em."

Flint smiled a little to himself and got to work.

Boy, were they in for it this time.

Back on the Rebellion Base, Synyc had finally came to a conclusion about what to do. He was meeting with the General directly above him to let her know his plans.