It was simple enough work to pick out the Ambassador and his entourage from the crowds, even from Eris' position on a streetway a good ten meters above them. If it were just necessary to make a kill she could have done it from here, even an amateur could put a blaster bolt into a target at three hundred meters with reasonable accuracy. But she had to make it look like a hit from a rival group, and more difficult, she had to make it look like a hit from a rival group who wouldn't want the Republic to think they had just killed one of their officials. It was, to say the least, an annoying situation. She had to be deliberately clumsy, but not so clumsy as to evoke suspicion that she was trying to start trouble, and this was really the kind of thing that made one go cross-eyed.

She dug into a pocket and withdrew a cigarra, sliding it into her mouth and lighting it. It wasn't that she had any great use for it, but staring off into space draws less attention when you're apparently enjoying a smoke.

[i]Ah, if only I could just jump down there and carve them all up. Damnable subtlety.[/i]