Enigma | The Mandalorian

VIII

This wasn't going to be easy. I was pacing in my room thinking of a possible plan. But every plan I could think of had a risk. I have no idea how many stormtroopers the client had stocked up. Taking them out one by one alone would be hard considering at some point someone would realize. I'm a good huntress but I'm not that good. I know my limits. I sat down at the edge of my bed before looking at my hands. I opened my palms to notice that both of them hand lines that formed a 'M'. I closed my hands tightly as I looked towards the door. Would he be willing to help if I found him? Did he even care about the child?

"Screw him." I said out loud before I would continue to allow myself to think about him. I was doing just fine without him before. I stood up from the bed and walked towards my armor that was dumped on the bathroom floor. It was scratched up and dented from the events that have took place over the past couple of days but it will do. I proceeded to put on the armor before tying up my hair. Time seemed to freeze as I looked in the mirror. I didn't recognize the woman in the mirror. Sure, she had looked like me but didn't feel like me. I shook my head letting the thought go back into the shadows before walking out the bathroom and out the front door to meet my fate.

Long story short I had no plan. I walked down the familiar walkways on high alert. They probably aren't going to be expecting any type of attack right now but, considering at how valuable the child is to them I don't think their guards would be down either. I wish it was night so the darkness could hide my figure but I didn't have that type of time to wait. Time was of the essence. I walked against the wall looked in both directions. There was nobody in plain sight. But I didn't feel alone. I suddenly got a rush of a feeling of someone being behind me. I quickly turned around and grabbed the knife that was strapped on my thigh plate. My attacker saw this coming and he grabbed my wrist twisting it around and pulling me towards his chest plate.

"It's me." I heard a voice say that I knew too well. I relaxed before I pushed myself away from him and turned around. He had gotten a new armor made out of beskar. His armor had shined even with little light coming through the alley.

"What do you want." I said, my words spitting with anger. He said nothing and just looked at me. I bitterly chuckled before I started to speak again.

"Silent treatment? Fine, but this time I'm walking away." I said before turning away walking down the other direction in the alley.

"Wait." I heard. I slowly stopped walking but didn't dare to turn around.

"I'm here for the child. I know you are too" He said.

"So am I." I said shortly.

"I prefer to work alone." I said as I continued to walk away from him.

"Kuiil said to have each others back. That we work better together than apart." He said referring to what Kuiil last told us before we found the child.

"It's funny how Kuiil's words only apply when you say them." I said as I turned my head. I heard rapid footsteps on the dirt ground we were on before I felt a hand on my wrist turning me around.

"I found the child's basket and robe in the trash." He said holding out the robe for me to look at. At first I thought he was just bluffing but in front of me there it was. The only thing it was missing was the child that wore it. I grabbed it out of his hand as he started to talk.

"There's not a lot of time. The child needs your help." He said.

"The child does or do you." I said finally looking at the Mandalorian in front of me again.

"We don't have time for questions you already know the answer to." He said.

"Fine, lets get the child." I said with a sigh.