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Matt nodded his understanding that the exercise was over and flicked the fire selector on his rifle to safe. He dropped the mag from his mag well, reindexed it, and loaded a fresh mag, though he allowed the rifle sling to hold the rifle close to his body. The walk to the roof was an uneventful...

Matt made a mental note to breathe a sigh of relief when he returned home, if only because the black tarps had only been covering sandbags rather than actual people. Granted, these were sandbags with pictures of known gang members taped to them but, at the very least, they were only sandbags...

Of all the possible reactions that Matt could have expected, laughter wasn't one of them. His confusion was easily hid, though, by allowing a flash of hurt and anger to cross his face. He made sure to cover quickly, though, because he had more important things to deal with. Why, exactly, his...

It didn't take Matt long at all to allow his eyes to wander, though only when he was sure that nobody else was looking at him. Everything that he could see, smell, or hear reminded him of something. A stain to his left reminded him of an aggravated-assault-turned-homicide that was the result of...

Detective Matthew Jones had not had an easy year and, while it might sound melodramatic, that in and of itself was a nominee for the "Understatement Of The Year" award. After the shootout or, more aptly, the shitshow at the convention center, Matt had been wrung through the wringer. While he'd...

Augustus had been content to serve as a witness and as Carmen's staunch but silent protector, at least until Marcus Ferguson decided to try his hand at pulling his weapon. It took only milliseconds for Auggie's heightened reflexes to see that Marcus was reaching for his waistband, identify the...

He could feel the child's fear through the Force and, if Celtar had been less experienced, less trained, or a member of a species who was naturally more attuned to the emotions of others, he knew that his own blood would have run cold from the fear. That's how powerful the child's emotions were...

By the time Augustus had put the Impala in park in front of the next target's house, the sun had fully set and darkness had taken hold of the city. Augustus's sunglasses sat safely in the center console and he checked his watch. He had more time than he needed, particularly because he had...

As soon as the Ubese dropped herself into the co-pilot's seat and started messing with the navicomputer, Celtar was halfway across the galaxy. His hands gripped controls of a freighter that he'd long since forgotten the name of in a system that few people flew through, let alone lived in...

Celtar uttered a word of thanks as the bartender begrudgingly poured him another drink, this one significantly cheaper and less fancy. It didn't matter to Celtar, both because his aim was to avoid getting drunk and because his attention had been drawn to the front doors opening and the few...

Celtar wasn't even three sips into his Rodian Splice when the scraping of chairs cut through the din that was the cantina's patrons. The Jedi had no need to look up from his datapad, not when he had the Force. The sound of the chairs had been its way of warning him and the way that the energy...

As soon as the 'fight' had begun, it was over. Celtar looked over at the Rodian and, standing over him, the Ubese fighter. "You're good," he said with a wry smile, bending down and grabbing his surrendered blaster pistol from the heap that was the Twi'lek leader. He flicked the fire mode to stun...

Celtar locked eyes with Corre as one of her hands balled into a fist and the other moved beneath the table. He maintained eye contact with her as he shook his head, his hand adjusting slightly on his cane in preparation for an attack that didn't come. Yet. As soon as he was sure that she...

Celtar watched as the Twi'lek paused for a second, obviously considering the offer. He called over one of his associates and it took a great deal of willpower for Celtar to simply watch them talk rather than leaving, trying to eavesdrop, or taking advantage of the distraction to engage them...

Nar Shaddaa Corellian Sector Midday The Jedi Knight's long legs propelled him quickly through the Corellian Sector of the smuggler's moon, the irritation evident in his eyes keeping him from being accosted by the various characters who called Nar Shaddaa their home. Gone were his Jedi robes...