“i have no idea how to do cpr.” rebelcaptain please

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“Check in, Sergeant.″

“Target still not in sight.” Jyn muttered into her comm. “Since you asked three minutes ago.”

“Sergeant…”

Jyn glared and used the click of the comm to spell out, Back off in blink code.

Cassian had too much self control to reply, but she heard the start of a sigh before he turned his mic off. 

She was tempted to tap out a ruder message, but settled for taking another sip of tea, a local brew and utterly repulsive. Like Bodhi was always saying, she could try to be a little sympathetic. 

It was probably killing Cassian that he couldn’t be in the field with her. The tiny city on Ord Mantell was only accessible by mountain trail, nestled on the shore of a lake between two mountain ranges. As much as he argued otherwise, Jyn (and Bodhi and Mothma and Kalonia and Draven) had convinced him that the trek would be too much for his leg and he would become a liability. 

So Jyn was here alone, to meet a reclusive contact for information on high-quality bacta stores in the local governor’s mansion. And Cassian was on the ship on the other side of the mountain, ready to swoop in and pick her up if things went sideways, although it would blow both of their covers. 

But they were connected at all times through their comms and if she was being totally honest, it was driving Jyn a little insane. It wasn’t their first mission together, but if she didn’t know better she’d say Cassian was having separation anxiety. He was asking her to check in constantly, and kept reminding her of the obvious. 

“Remember to buy souvenirs at the market. You’re supposed to look like a tourist.” 

“Don’t leave the main thoroughfare, you’ll look like you’re snooping around.”

“Sweep your room for bugs when you get back.” 

That last one really pissed her off– as if she hadn’t been doing that since she was seventeen– and as punishment she turned off her comm for ten minutes. 

He didn’t scold her when she turned it back on, but she could feel his anger in the cold silence that followed. 

Well it served him right. She was fed up to her ears with his controlling bantha-shit attitude and they couldn’t very well shout about it over a line she was only 90% sure was secure. 

She was sure they’d have it out once she was back on the ship with their intel, but until then… 

She took another swallow of the disgusting tea. Just a few more hours. Aldir Teff was due to show up at the cafe across from her hotel in twenty minutes– she would meet him, get the intel, then get the fark out of this Force-forsaken town.

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