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Crosshair knew his mocking grin could be read on his face even without removing his helmet so he walked past Tech without turning around and sneered:
"Oh, Brown Eye, you're so sexy Brown Eye, how many kids do you want?"
The puzzled look on Tech's face that told him he absolutely failed to understand this girl was just the icing on the cake, really.
"Phee's unfamiliarity with the principle of the absolute similarity of clones and the fact that we all have the same eye colour apart from purely cosmetic genetic defects in no way means that-"
"The way things are going, he'll never get his girl," Wrecker whispered to Hunter, who nodded as Tech continued to talk, looking disapproving of their chatter while he lectured them but too used to it to be annoyed.
"Echo, what do you think?"
"Me? Erm..." the reg stammered, completely caught off guard as he watched through binoculars that their refuge was safe. "My opinion on what?"
"Is Phee trying to hit on him?"
"Oh, yes, absolutely, she was an incredible flirt, I've rarely seen that from a Natborn on a clone, too bad for her it was Tech," the reg replied distractedly. "By the way, remind me again why we didn't help stop that pirate?"
Crosshair did not like regs, any of them, but just seeing the look on Tech's face at this obviously unexpected response was worth reluctantly accepting a crippled reg into his personal space. He was somehow useful.
"She gave us useful information," Hunter replied calmly.
"Because it was in her interest that we put an end to the Separatist blockade for her own activities," Echo reminded him before giving them a sidelong glance. "And would someone mind reminding me why the hell we're in the middle of an unsanctioned operation to rescue a Natborn, who's once again a criminal?"
"Tech had a plan."
Even to Crosshair's ears that sounded like a cock and bull story, so Echo was not amused.
"Tech always has plans. For everything."
"Yeah, even when it's leaping into the void," Wrecker complained.
"You know, I'm still waiting to hear about that."
"It was nothing incredible," Crosshair said dispassionately, trying not to think about his leap into the void, into death, which would have killed him but for Wrecker's unexpected intervention. "A non-event."
"It's too much like a catastrophe to be a non-event."
"A bit like Phee's total non-attraction to Tech."
"Would you stop with that, she doesn't-"
"Movement in the south," Echo suddenly announced before motioning for them to relax. "No, it's fine, just animals."
"Sometimes animals are used as messengers."
"Wanna take my place?"
"I'm fine here," Hunter declared, trying to find a more comfortable position on the rocks.
He did not succeed.
As an elite unit accustomed to far more difficult than a mobster's lair, Crosshair and his brothers worked smoothly to extract their target and as expected the woman was evident in her flirtation in a way that his two brothers’ Jedi had never been. Crosshair wished Tech courage with this one, she was already not looking at him like she had before when they let slip that it was Tech who had come up with the plan to save her. She was softer and more emotional even if she did not say anything, and Tech was none the wiser, talking about the surrounding configuration and how they could ensure that this unauthorised operation would never be known to their superiors.
It was like watching an explosion that had not happened yet but could not NOT happen.
It should be fine though, Tech was headstrong, and besides, what could possibly go wrong?
It was not as if he was madly in love with her back, not Tech.
Reassured by the "obvious" side of his brother's character, Crosshair stopped teasing. Wrecker was a much better target for that.