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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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[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!)