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Something seemed wrong with her. That much, Radimus could determine. For starters, back when they were discussing the job, Cynthiana’s eyes were chestnut. As she got closer, Radimus could see an eerie pink and green mixture, giving her an almost untamed look.

Untamed was fitting, considering what she did when she closed the distance. For a moment, Radimus could’ve sworn he had seen that type of look before, from many other women.

…

“Whoa!” Radimus flinched as he felt himself get shoved off by some unseen force. At least, to those who weren’t Force-sensitive, it would be unseen.

“Are you alri-“ Radimus scrambled to his feet, he saw that Cynthiana’s eyes were back to chestnut. He then noticed the alarm blaring. I can't think about this right now. I gotta… He pulled his pants back on quickly and bolted out to the cockpit. He passed by his jacket laying somewhere in the corridor.

The alarm could only mean one thing: They were about to exit Hyperspace near designated Customs space. Radimus always had to stop by there in order to be searched. Every time, he could sneak things passed them.

He wasn’t sure how they would react to Cynthiana being here. Still, Radimus tapped in some instructions on the console, and set a timer for the deceleration process. They had five minutes before he could pull the switch to officially end the jump.

“Ah jeez,” Radimus muttered as he snagged his jacket off the floor, zipped it up over his bare torso, and tapped a button into the intercom. “Hey Cynth, we’re uh… about to hit customs.” Come on, Radimus… think! How could he hide Cynthiana, the woman who got him this job?