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ARAMINTA SOLARII watched the world go by with gleaming gold eyes, scanning passers-by from underneath her hood, taking in every face in sight, every small misstep and every glance shot her way. The streets were a bustling maze, people moving around in a spur of dirt and rain underneath the canopy that formed over the town, everyone heading in their own direction in time with each other.
The air was heavy with humidity, as if there was a constant layer of thin rain, which clung to Araminta's figure as the heat suffocated her, her uniform feeling like a second skin along with the sheen of moisture. She reached up a hand and moved some strands of her dark, damp hair from her face, tilting her head slightly to see those approaching her, blinking away when she was met with nothing.
Her target's face was engraved in her mind. Just enough she would not miss him when she spotted him, but not quite enough that she would stop and think about him again. That was the routine that she had developed in the eleven years she had been working the job, and it had proven to be effective before. She had proven to be effective before.
That was why Vestor Octavian, her superior, trusted her enough for a solo mission. They were rare, only the very best were allowed, representing the feared commander throughout the stars and systems. She had been dropped off on the tropical planet, saluted at the docking sector and left to return at nightfall. She believed she didn't need that long to simply slit a throat and leave.
The girl tensed, her eyes narrowing as she spotted her target amongst the crowd, heading straight towards her. He wasn't old, but was definitely old enough to be considered a man, and had golden hair that just touched his shoulders, his robes flowing around him as he moved. Araminta tapped her fingers against her boot with rhythmic impatience, the knife she'd hidden there feeling heavy. Her target was accompanied by a boy, who couldn't have been much older than Araminta herself, with darker robes and cropped hair.
The pair passed her, completely oblivious to the hooded girl who barely stood out amongst the streets. This part of the planet was not savoury, so she was hardly an eyesore amongst the people moving around her, as she had predicted, going unnoticed as she got to her feet once they had cleared her, tying a piece of fabric around the back of her head, covering anything below her eyes, which locked onto the back of their heads as she moved off swiftly.
She kept up behind them, moving quietly and quickly so as not to lose them. As she hurried to keep up, Araminta reached under her cloak, feeling the hilt of another knife against her hip. She kept moving; now wasn't the time to attack, not surrounded by so many people. She continued to trail her target, and when she deduced that the pair were heading into a back alley, she saw her opportunity.
Araminta knew she had to separate them, make it subtle and avoid making a scene. While some of her squad members went for the direct approach, Araminta preferred a swift and silent one. That and she was simply too small compared to most opponents– she had to be smart about how she engaged.
