The Brighter Dark (Kylo Ren X Reader)

Ch. 5- I Always Finish the Job

Councilwoman Mara Lora could obviously afford to have a few things stolen from her three-story mansion; you wondered if she would even notice that anything was missing once you'd swiped what you'd come here for.

Her estate was absolutely massive, complete with black tiled floors that were polished to such perfection that you could clearly make out your own reflection in them as you silently snuck down the back hallway. Expensive-looking paintings of stern-looking people stared down at you from their residences on the walls, their facial expressions severe and challenging. For a split second you wondered if any of the portraits had microscopic cameras embedded into their pupils. It was a ridiculous notion, you knew, but you couldn't help but feel watched as you made your way towards the next checkpoint that would be the key to your success on this job.

Just a little further, you thought as you counted the rooms on your left and right. One on the left, two, three on the right, four and five on the left, and- there it was. A locked door that was seemingly unassuming, but you knew better. The control room.

After memorizing the plans for the councilwoman's home that General Hux had provided, you had quickly determined that this needed to be your first stop. Behind the steel door before you lied the controls for every locked door and security camera throughout the entire estate.

You quickly got to work hacking the lock. You pulled a flathead screwdriver from your belt and carefully pried off the cover on the small keypad, exposing an overwhelming amount of wires and lights. Reaching into the leather cross-body bag that was slung across your shoulder, you rummaged around until you found what you were looking for- a small, custom-made device that Griggs had given you for your birthday a couple years ago. It had been built specifically for situations like this.

You carefully aligned the device to the inside of the keypad and nestled it into place. The device whirred to life, blinking red, red, red, red... green. It released a long, quiet beep and you knew it had done its job when the door slid open. You smiled to yourself. Thank you, Griggs.

~Earlier~

"So what's the plan?" Griggs had asked as the two of you ascended level by level towards the open air above the city. Griggs was not a reckless driver unless they absolutely had to be; the custom-built, hand-painted airspeeder that the two of you were currently seated in was Griggs' baby. If they could avoid putting it in situations that would potentially fuck it up, they would. So the two of you were cruising at a steady pace that barely passed the speed limit.

"The plan," you replied, voice muffled by the mouthful of scone that you had just bitten off. "is to get in, grab the artifact plus any other goods that might help me turn some kind of profit from all this, then get out and into your speeder as quickly as possible."

Griggs snorted. "I know that much. I meant how are you getting in? Are there cameras or guards I should be worried about? Will I need to rendezvous at any specific time or-"

"Relax, Griggs," you cut them off, sighing. "All you need to worry about is making sure that you'll be at the back around the corner from the droid entrance twenty minutes after I go in. I'd be surprised if it takes me any longer than that. Mara Lora will be at a council meeting until late tonight, but I don't want to push our luck. No guards. I'll take care of the cameras."

Griggs sighed. "Okay. I know that you know what you're doing, just...be careful, okay? This isn't some slumlord you've pissed off- this is the First Order. If you fuck this up, I'm worried you may not actually come back from this one..." their voice trailed off. This caught you off guard; you knew that Griggs cared, but they had never worried about you before. You weren't sure how to feel about it.