Clint Austen (the Companion) wasn't as shocked as he might have been to see the tall, mysterious brunette in the passageway of the RMS Dragon Fire. They were at almost 8,000 feet, and hadn't set down in over a week, but the Captain had been known to stow away companionship for long periods of time. Usually the Companion knew about it and pretended not to notice, as long as he was fairly certain they weren't Hungarian spies.
Something struck Clint as different about this woman. She held herself like a warrior, and was graceful in a dangerous way. This could not be good. Assassins didn't usually make it this far onto the Dragon Fire. Clint pulled out his blaster and aimed it at the deadly woman. "Stop where you are and identify yourself!" he barked.
The woman slowly turned around and raised an eyebrow. A soft smirk touched her lips. "You know who I am."
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Something struck Clint as different about this woman. She held herself like a warrior, and was graceful in a dangerous way. This could not be good. Assassins didn't usually make it this far onto the Dragon Fire. Clint pulled out his blaster and aimed it at the deadly woman. "Stop where you are and identify yourself!" he barked.
The woman slowly turned around and raised an eyebrow. A soft smirk touched her lips. "You know who I am."
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