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[explosive_artist]

 The mission is simple. Stall the cargo ship from take off until the specified time, just fifteen minutes, and then get out before the bucketheads come in force. Easy, especially when you have a Lasan's throwing arm.

 Sabine checks her controls and their connection to the detinators before nodding over to Zeb, aka Specter Four across the way. He in turn looks over to the other alley to get Spector One's go ahead. The Imperials were in for an exciting night.

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[notallofus]

"Does Spectre-2 know about this?"

If not, Sabine should probably tell her. It's definitely something Hera would appreciate, maybe better than Kanan can.

"I guess I wouldn't call it selfish."

He reaches out to rest his hand on her shoulder in approbation, just for a second.

"But we can have excited talks about philosophy and your success somewhere that's not about to be overrun by stormtroopers, okay?"

And the hand on her shoulder becomes a light shove to get her moving again, with Kanan following along straight after.

"It'll save on bacta!"

[explosive_artist]

"Can't waste bacta now can we?" Sabine relies, a smile clear in her voice as she stands and sets to leave. "I haven't really talked with Specter-2 about it but you're right, I should. How about I give the mission report when we get back?"

[notallofus]

"Pretty sure 4's not going to fight you for it," Kanan says, with a tiny smirk. "And neither am I."

Plus it's good practice for the day when Sabine inevitably runs her own missions.

(They grow up so fast!)