Two in a Million

[Nen Lev'i]

I have the absolute most awesome job in the universe.

Well, okay. Not the most awesome. I'm not a porn star. I'm not a superhero. I'm not one of those banker guys who can manage to devastate entire planetary economies, and still manage to earn a bonus come Life Day that's fatter than a Hutt's ass. Nor am I a super-secret super-spy, though I'm not far off.

In truth, I'm more of a super-awesome super-thief. Or at least, half of a super-awesome super-thief team. I'm the brains, and she's the, well -

My aim dropped, the electroscopic sight on my sniper rifle scanning down her back to focus on what looked like a pair of gokobs going at it like forntarchs in the seat of her pants. Which was to say, I was holding a few hundred thousand credits-worth of advanced weaponry and sensor equipment, and I was using it to stare at Andana's ass from three blocks away.

A smile tugged at my lips. Like I said, I have the absolute most awesome job in the universe.

"Looking good from up here, Dan," I called into my comms, resisting the urge to reach up and press the headset into my ear a little, like they always seemed to do in the holovids. Andana would probably have been proud, had she been here, and not reached the stage where all she felt for me was irritation, contempt, and the kind of inexplicable fondness you felt towards the cute little runt of a cowlpup litter.

I sighed at that. Given the choice, I would have preferred that she felt a little different about me. But I guess you can't always get what you want.

Ah, well. At least I still have an awesome job.