Oh boy. If Kester hadn't noticed that he had an audience, then he must have been in a coma. "You sure of that?" If Kester hadn't noticed that he had an audience, then he must have been in a coma. "You sure of that?"

"This isn't the big city, soldier. We'd notice notice."

When they got to the house, an anonymous-looking permacrete cube on the outskirts of a small industrial zone, Niner could see the police speeders parked behind dense bushes.

They were pretty easy to pick out with his helmet optics; he could even see the fading heat of the drives as a dim splash of amber in his infrared filter. He wondered if Antarian Rangers had night-vision goggles or other fancy kit, because if they did, the squad had already lost the element of surprise with Kester.

Niner assumed the worst. The house was in darkness, and it was too early in the evening for the guy to be asleep. "What's the layout of the building? Is it the same as the data we were sent?"

"From what we know-central staircase, four rooms upstairs, three on the ground, front and back doors." Nelis drew an imaginary rectangle in the air, miming the long narrow shape of the windows. "And eight windows, although he'll have a tough job exiting through those those."

Darman didn't seem to be listening. His POV icon, offset to one side of Niner's HUD display, showed a fixed scene of the town, as if Dar was staring absently at the lights in the distance. Maybe he wasn't up to the job today. They'd all find out soon enough. But it was only an arrest, not full enemy contact, and the worst that could happen was if Kester got in a lucky blaster shot. Even this new armor could withstand that.

No, the worst is if we end up killing him. We answer to Vader now, not good old Zey.

Vader won't just sigh in exasperation. He'll do that Force thing, grab our throats, and- "Alive," Niner said, motioning the squad forward with a gesture. "We need him alive alive, Lieutenant, so even if he opens fire-leave it to us. Just duck. Now, let's all stay on the same comm channel, shall we?"

"What's that?" Darman pointed in the direction of what looked like a gasholder a couple of hundred meters behind the house. "Tibanna gas? It's not on our local map."

"That's because it's a new one." Nelis, pants now dried out, braced both elbows on the roof of his speeder to steady his electrobinoculars. "It's local bio-gas-produced from waste to power houses and generating stations. We farm farm here, see. Want me to draw you a diagram? Nerfs and banthas eat grass, and then they digest it, and-" here, see. Want me to draw you a diagram? Nerfs and banthas eat grass, and then they digest it, and-"

"We get it," Bry said. "Thanks."

"What are the adjacent buildings?" Niner asked. One side of the house nestled against a row of single-story buildings. "Industrial?"

Nelis fiddled with his helmet comm receiver as if it was playing up. "Accommodation for construction workers. They're building a new gas pipeline out to Orinar. They come and go-not local folks, normally."

"And they haven't noticed your patrol speeders hanging around."

"If they have, they haven't knocked on Kester's door to tell him."

Everyone waited. Niner wasn't sure why a few more minutes or hours would make any difference, but the cops were still trying to intercept transmissions. He worked through the frequencies in his helmet comm, trying to pick up something, but he could only hear sporadic voice traffic on the police network and the sound of Bry letting out an occasional sigh.

Eventually a voice cut in. "Lieutenant, he hasn't transmitted anything for hours. We're picking up movement at the back door, though."

"Visual?" Nelis asked.

"GPR scan."

"Is he still alone?"

"Haven't seen anyone else go in or out since we tracked him here. Days."

"Stand by." Nelis looked at Niner as if he was waiting for instructions. "It's as good a time as any."

"Okay. And minimum damage. We want his equipment and anything we can extract information from."

Nelis seemed satisfied and moved his headset mike closer to his mouth. "Okay, stand by-riot guns only, lads."

Niner wasn't leaving anything to chance. "Bry, Ennen-take the rear exit." He signaled the squad to split. "I'll go in the front with Dar. Okay?"

If Kester didn't surrender with four Deeces shoved in his face, then he'd feel the persuasive force of the PEP laser. Niner suspected the man might decide he'd have been happier dead once Imperial Intelligence got its hands on him.

Bry and Ennen vanished into the darkness. Niner waited until the police were in position, then worked his way along the row of gas workers' homes with Darman. They took up position, one on either side of the front door.

Niner switched to the commandos' secure comlink. "Bry, can you get a strip-cam under the door? See what's going on inside."

"Keep your bucket on. Just placing the frame charge." Bry sounded breathless. He was sticking detonite on the back door to blow it. Like the front entrance, it was a single hinged door. "Okay, wait one..."

A small image flickered into life in the margin on Niner's HUD. The image-enhancing holocam, reduced to the thickness of a sheet of flimsi, transmitted an image of an untidy house with crates stacked everywhere, as if Kester was in the process of packing to leave.

Niner couldn't see movement yet, and he couldn't hear anything. Strip-cam audio was pretty limited.

It was at times like this that he really needed a Jedi to sense what was going on and who was where. Darman pressed a strip of explosive down the hinge side of the door, top to bottom, wired the detonator, and gave Niner the thumbs-up. They flattened themselves against the wall. Debris would fly out in a straight line for fifty meters or more, lethal as projectile rounds.

Niner took a breath. "Okay, on my mark."

"I don't like the look of those crates," Ennen said.

They could all see the same image relayed to the HUDs. "They're like an obstacle course. And-hey, I think I saw movement. I think he's gone into the room adjoining the party wall."

"Stand by." Niner's stomach tightened. It wasn't a dangerous mission, not compared with the last three years, but he couldn't shake the adrenaline reflex every time he stacked to enter a building. "In three. Three, two- go! go! " "

Darman pressed the det.

A split second of white light, smoke, and raw noise reduced Niner's attention to whatever he could see right in front of him. He wasn't aware of the rear-door charge going off, or what the POV icons were relaying from everyone else's HUD. He rushed through the gaping hole where the door had been, jumping over shattered wood, while Darman covered the room on the left.

"Rear hall clear clear," Ennen yelled. Niner heard ragged breathing as Ennen raced up the stairs-a straight flight to the landing, no ambush-friendly turns-while Bry covered him. There was a pause. "Upstairs-front room left, clear clear-back room left- clea clea r." r."

"'Fresher, right back- clear clear." That was Bry. "Room, right front- clear clear."

Kester couldn't have missed the fact that his house was being stormed. He was holed up in one of the downstairs rooms. It would have been so much easier if Vader had wanted Kester dead. Dead Dead would have taken seconds. would have taken seconds.

"Dar?" Niner smashed open the interior door to his left, Deece raised, and swept the tactical lamp's beam around. Nothing. He turned; Bry and Ennen were back in the downstairs passage that ran from front to back. "Two rooms to the right."

"Kitchen at the rear," Bry said. "The boiler vent's on the rear wall."

"Okay, either he's a very heavy sleeper or he's open to suggestions."

Or sitting in one of these two rooms with a heavy blaster trained on the door.

Niner gestured Bry to the kitchen, stood to one side of the door to the front room, and switched his audio to external so Kester could hear him. "Kester? There's no way out.

Why don't you surrender, and then we can all go home."

Silence. Ennen brandished the strip-cam to indicate to Niner that he was going to take a look. It wasn't without its risks, seeing as Kester would have been staring hard at the door if he was in there. Niner moved to let Ennen slide the device under the gap.

"If he's in there," Ennen said, "he's hiding behind more crates. Not sure what he's moving out of here."

Antarians were cops. Cops throughout the galaxy had a healthy attitude when it came to risking their necks, and they tended to know when to call it a day. Niner cut to the chase.

"Kester, the Jedi never thought of you Rangers as anything more than latrine cleaners.

It's not worth getting fried for them now." Niner realized he actually believed what he was saying. Yes, he did did. He had no illusions about the Empire, but he didn't have any left about the Republic, either. "Take it from fellow cannon fodder, buddy."

Still silence, apart from the tinkle of broken transparisteel as if one of the cops was treading on debris from the shattered windows. Ennen edged back toward the kitchen and eased the strip-cam under the door a millimeter at a time. The kitchen looked as chaotic.

Niner switched back to helmet comm. "Let's check the front room, just in case."

He leaned on the door, then kicked it wide open. A quick scan showed the room was just full of empty crates. That was weird. Niner couldn't imagine Jedi and their sympathizers needing all that storage.

Weapons? Are they shipping arms?

He'd let someone else worry about that when he was debriefed. He was only tasked to bring back Kester for interrogation. With nearly twenty cops outside and a heavily armed commando squad inside, storming the house had suddenly plummeted to an anticlimax.

Kester hadn't even opened fire.

Neither had the commandos, of course. But explosions at both doors should have provoked some some reaction. Niner's big fear was that Kester would blow his own brains out rather than be taken alive. reaction. Niner's big fear was that Kester would blow his own brains out rather than be taken alive.

Because that's what I'd do. I'd end it.

"Let's get this over with," Darman said, flicking the control on his PEP laser. "Let me drop him. This is overkill for one lousy Ranger."

Niner counted down with a hand gesture. Five, four, three... Five, four, three...

"Maybe Vader doesn't trust us after all," Bry said.

Bang.

Darman put his boot through the flimsy latch and sent the door slamming back. Niner was first in, Deece aimed. The commandos all started yelling at once, a disorientation technique to get the Ranger to surrender-or step out where they could stun him.

" On the floor! On the floor! Get down, Kester, get down on the floor where we can see you!" Get down, Kester, get down on the floor where we can see you!"

"Kester, drop your weapon! drop your weapon! " "

"Get down on the floor! Arms away from your sides! Arms away from your sides! " "

Tactical lamps swept the kitchen in a silent split second, picking out a landscape of crates, containers, and-weird, this-the reflection of a computer screen. There was a faint smell, maybe decaying food. Just as Niner was about to start booting boxes out of the way, a figure rose slowly from behind them.

Niner could see white or gray hair tied back in a tail. He didn't see hands raised in surrender. He shone his lamp in the guy's face, catching sight of one arm half raised to block the light, body turned so the right arm wasn't visible.

"Whatever you've got, buddy, lay it down nice and slow," Niner said, flicking the Deece's charge button so that it whirred audibly. "Dar, you ready?"

Darman seemed to be itching to laser Kester. Niner could hear his teeth clicking as he clenched his jaw.

"Hands above your head, Ranger," Niner said. "You really don't want to feel the-"

And then the guy straightened up and turned full-on to face them. Niner saw the streak of blue energy just as he heard the vzzzmmm vzzzmmm of a lightsaber, and the face suddenly illuminated by it was one he knew all too well. of a lightsaber, and the face suddenly illuminated by it was one he knew all too well.

And because he knew the man, he froze for just half a heartbeat, and that was too long.

Oh, shab...

Jedi General Iri Camas, former Director of Special Forces, took advantage of the split second that gave him and batted the PEP laser bolt aside.

" Force? Force? " Camas said, raising the lightsaber for the kill. " Camas said, raising the lightsaber for the kill.

CHAPTER FOUR.

Son, Ruu's fine. We found her. You won't hear from her again for a while, or from me, and I can't tell you where we are. Look after yourself. Tell Ijaat I'm sorry I never got to and I can't tell you where we are. Look after yourself. Tell Ijaat I'm sorry I never got to talk to him. It's safer for you both if you don't try to contact me again. talk to him. It's safer for you both if you don't try to contact me again.

Kal Skirata, in an untraceable message to his estranged sons to let them know the outcome of the search for their sister Kester's base, Cheipori Jedi Masters were to be shot on sight, and Darman was surprised how little that bothered him.

He switched his rifle to lethal rounds just as Camas-a man he knew knew, a man who'd been his boss-leapt high into the air, wholly unreal in Darman's green-lit NV filter, and came crashing down on top of him.

If Ennen hadn't been in the right place for just that fraction of a second and brought his Deece up hard into the general's face before he steadied himself, Darman knew that lightsaber would have taken his head off. Niner went flying back against the wall, Force-thrown. Camas swatted away Bry's hail of blasterfire and burst out into the passage.

Nelis's voice broke into the comm channel. "Four-zero, what the stang's happening?

We're coming in."

"Stay back," Niner barked. "It's a shabla shabla Jedi." Jedi."

Darman hoped the cops had the sense not to open fire when they didn't know who was coming out the doors next. He almost knocked Bry over in his race to get to Camas first.

Camas's boots thudded on floorboards-not out of the house, but into another room.

Insane. Why not run for it?

Maybe Camas knew how many police blasters were waiting outside for him. Not even a Jedi Master could fend off scores of bolts from all directions. They were far from unkillable.

"Trap," Niner said. "The shabuir shabuir's playing us. Let's finish this."

"What trap?"

"Dunno, but Camas never panics panics."

Darman almost expected Niner, good old loyal Niner, to find it hard to shoot at Camas. He didn't. He blasted the door of the front room from its hinges and laid down fire. White bolts of energy shot back out at him; Camas knew his way around a blaster, too.

Darman dropped to one knee as rounds went over his head, but Ennen was right behind him, and didn't. Two bolts smacked into his visor. Ennen went down. Bry was nowhere to be seen. Darman turned to drag Ennen clear and check him out while Niner pinned Camas down with blasterfire.

Why is Camas using a blaster?