Recon speeders glided silently along the silvery serpentine of the river, slowing down ever so often when imperials had to verify their location or investigate anything Silvia deemed suspicious. Spurred by their commander’s diligence the squad stayed on high alert, albeit all this has been for naught as not a single trace of the fugitive could be found. That’s not really surprising, Silvia thought to herself, if she ever found herself in a situation like this, she too would try to lay low for as long as possible. It was a dangerous gamble though: there’s no telling how long would it take the rescue team to arrive or if it will be able to infiltrate pas the enemy lines at all.
Agent’s thoughts returned to the comm-message she received some time ago. In all truth, she wasn’t very fond of the idea that a Sith would supervise this whole operation. They didn’t like to take responsibilities for failures, and that meant heads would most definitely roll if things went south. Silvia pursed her lips and turned away from the sight of two soldiers engaged in a friendly (though rather heated) argument. Whatever happened she was determined to keep her head where it belongs – on her shoulders…