She watched as the kid went through the datapad - it had their ID details, cover stories, all of it. Irritation on the kid’s face grew with every flick of her thumb. That was concerning. The kid knew better than her who they were dealing with.
“Padawan Patel sounds stupid as shit. You couldn’t find me a better last name?” The kid tossed the datapad back to her.
Promising. If that was the only thing the kid could think of, maybe they had a chance. “Believe me. I’m not going to enjoy being called Master Tripathi.”
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