Tyrrazapon pulled back into the speeder parking bay a short while later and parked. They grabbed their things as they hopped out and headed toward the turbo-lift that would take them up to the main level of Kal Van-Dohr's headquarters. Anya was practically skipping with delight.
"Dang, girl," Tyr commented. "What's gotten into you?" he asked as they entered the lift-car and activated the controls.
"I'm all hopped up on adrenaline," she said grinning. "What a rush! I mean, we just pulled off our first real assassination. Okay, I know that, like, on Coruscant or whatever, we did stuff like that, but Master Eiron was helping us, keeping the real heat off of us. This time it was all us, you know?" she said as she paced inside the small car.
Suddenly she stopped, turned, and looked at Tyr. "I need to burn some of this energy off..." she said with a deadly serious look in her eyes.
"Well, I guess you could go..." Tyr began, but was interrupted as Anya dropped her gear and lunged forward at Tyr, wrapping her arms around his back and up over the back of his shoulders. Pushing him up against the wall, she pressed her lips to his fervently, feverishly.
The door to the turbo-lift opened moments later, and Anya pulled herself away. She picked up her gear and stepped out, pausing to say, "thanks," as if he had just held the door open for her or something else equally mundane.
Tyr could hear here footsteps echoing down the hall as she walked away, yet he stood there, staring blankly at the doorway she had just exited. After a moment or two, his wits began to return and he picked up his own gear, which he hadn't even remembered dropping, and made for his own quarters.
He could still feel his heart pounding loudly and thought it might break through his chest as he punched in the door code. He dumped his things unceremoniously on the floor, then stripped down and jumped into the refresher. The sani-steam felt good pouring over him, relaxing him.
After awhile he shut it off, and wrapped a towel around himself, then stepped out of the refresher. Anya was sitting on the edge of his bed. "'Bout time you got outta there," she commented happily. "What do you say we go to the lounge and get a drink? You know, to like, celebrate or something?"
Tyr held the towel in place around his waist with one hand and scratched the back of his head with the other. "Uh, didn't we just celebrate twice?"
"No, silly, that was just burning off some excess adrenaline, I'm talking about relaxing, unwinding. So... you in?"
"Yeah, I guess, just give me a second to throw something on and I'll meet you down there."
"Okay, see you in a few!"
When she had gone, Tyr grabbed some clothes and slipped into them, joining her in the lounge just a few moments later. Kal and a few others of his crew were playing sabaac over at a table in the corner, while a serving droid was just handing two drinks to Anya at the small bar.
"Yeah, it is nice to have our own serving droid. There's a funny story to how we got 'im," Kal was telling Anya, turned partially in his chair to talk to her. "Hey, Tyr. What're you guys doing up this late?"
Tyr walked over and sat down on a bar stool next to Anya, taking the drink she handed him. It smelled like pretty decent ale. He took a sip and decided it smelled better than it tasted. "We just got back from taking care of your problem."
"You what?" Kal asked, his mouth hanging open in astonishment. "Already?"
"Sure," Anya replied. "Why? Is there a problem with that?" she asked, a bit confused about his response.
"Ah, no... I uh... I just thought you'd plan it out a little more. Take a couple of days, stake it out... make sure nothing went wrong. That sort of thing," Kal explained. He grabbed his mug and took a big gulp, then quickly played a card. He winced immediately, looking at what he had played. Clearly it wasn't the card he wanted to play, and sure enough, he lost the hand.
Through the Force, Tyr could sense the heightened stress and nervousness coming from Kal, and it wasn't because he lost the hand. The stress had begun as soon as he found out they had already taken out their target. Tyr leaned in close to Anya and whispered in her ear.
"Feel that stress?"
She nodded.
"He's nervous about something, and it's giving me a bad feeling."
"I know what you mean," Anya replied.
"Would you mind, uh, doing that... thing... that you do and see if you can find out what he's hiding?" Tyr suggested a bit sheepishly.
Anya turned and looked at Tyr, then cocked her head to side. With a perky grin she quietly replied, "Sure. Consider it found out."
She hopped of her bar stool and sauntered over behind Kal, then leaned over and, resting her elbows on his shoulders, and interlacing her fingers on top of his head, rested her chin on the back of her hands. She whispered something to Kal, and he chuckled.
Tyr tossed back the last of his ale and set the glass down. "Night folks," he said. He waited briefly for a reply, but none came. Anya already had Kal's attention completely.
Lucky son of a gun, Tyr thought as he left.
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