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Jyn’s hands are shaking.
It has to be because of the poison; she can’t remember the last time her body shook with anticipation or nerves. She’s not worried – no, not at all – but her stomach churns every time she thinks of Cassian laying on the bunk she’d occupied only minutes before with Kay hovering over him, looking (for the first time since she’s known him) uncertain.
She’s not nervous.
Pulling her jacket tighter around her body, she looks up at the mansion with an unhidden bitterness. The vibroblade she’d shoved into her book thunks against her calf with each movement, but it’s a familiar and comforting weight – just as her blaster presses the small of her back. At least this time she’ll be entering the building
The wind whips the sweat-soaked hair off of her forehead, the chill of the air not enough to permeate the heat of the fever rising up off her skin. The adrenaline pills she’d taken twenty minutes ago should be able to keep her going for another hour or two, but she needs to be out and back on the ship by the time she crashes.
(or else they all die.)