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Cymbrecia raced into the ship, knowing that the tug would be in system all too soon and hoped escape without detection was still possible. Once through the gangway, she turned right and continued to the rounding incline which led up to the narrow hallway, hovering above the corridor to the berthing area, and moved into the cockpit. Twisting past the navicomputer, the lights from the many control panels greeted the lithe pilot as she plopped into the highbacked, leather chair and began the sequence to get their 'working' systems back online.

"It's too bad we couldn't keep their ship," Kiryk stated as he leaned over her shoulder and peered through the large cockpit window to his previous home. "Be a nice slap in the face."

"And tell everyone who just murdered all those crewmen and a marshal," Curry replied dryly as her copilot dropped into his seat and then pushed various buttons to return their sensors and communications back on. "Good idea."

"I have fences that would pay big money to strip something like that, idiot. I'm not stupid."

Cymbrecia glanced to her friend and hoped he wouldn't continue the argument. "Strap in, guys. We're leaving here hot," she announced through the vessel's internal com system. The last thing they needed now was a fight on this ship as well.

"A.P.U.'s are online. Ready when you are, boss," Armand's voice stated in reply. Kiryk finally took the seat behind her as Cymbrecia pushed all three levers forward and banked to port, away from the scene of the crime. Stars peeled along her view as she lined up the nose towards home.

"Ready for jump," she stated as Curry accessed their jump points in the navicomputer, then glanced to her.

"Go."

Suddenly, streaks of light elongated and they were gone. Her body soon released all the stress built up for the past eight days as she fell back into the seat and allowed her arms to drop in relief. Blue eyes glanced to her copilot as she turned her head, then slapped him on the arm. "We made it!"

Curry chuckled happily as he spun his chair to face her, then glanced to her boyfriend. "All in a day's work."

"Now time to get to work," Kiryk stated and prompted Cymbrecia to turn her chair around as well. "Once we get rid of these clothes," forefinger and thumb pulled at the jumpsuit. "And find a real ship, then we'll be on our way to wealth you can't imagine." His handsome smile and dark brown eyes drew her in farther as she grinned.

"What's wrong with my ship," she asked.

He shrugged and leaned forward. "Nothing. It's a good cover and has a lot of cargo space. That'll come in handy when the time is right." His left hand reached for and took her right. "Once we reach Genesia I have to make a call."

"Okay," she nodded as a swirl of emotions roiled as she lost herself in his eyes, then stood. "Curry, keep an eye on things." She led Kiryk towards the hallway as he smiled in anticipation.

"No problem."

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Sunlight beamed across the highly polished, dark grey floor as high heels echoed through the lounge. Voices in low tones created the backdrop for Meron Val Kel Myr's headquarters as one of his Twi'lek secretaries approached. The tight, light blue dress clung to the shapely female whose creamy, smooth skin was as unblemished as the rest of the furniture.

"Sir," her silky voice called as she approached his large desk whose modest adornments shone as cleanly as the obsidian top they rested on. "The operation was successful."

Nodding, the middle-aged crime boss glanced up to her momentarily. "Good. Let me know the moment he calls in."

"Yes, sir," perfect white teeth smiled. "I also have a message from Mister Aryl that the meeting with Mister Kirat has been rescheduled to the Fourth."

Meron nodded and she noted his apprehension at the mention of the name of their newest benefactor. "Very well. Bring me the spreadsheets for the Lant account and tell Oren to have my speeder ready in an hour."

"Right away."