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have already been issued.
    The saboteur had hit the personal records first—the birth and death records. They’d thought their tracks would be covered by the chaos that ensued. But by cross-referencing the
landing platform records—which an overly zealous bureaucrat had painstakingly kept on durasheets, unbeknownst to the saboteur—with the mausoleum records that were kept engraved on
synthstone, Ferus had found his first clue.
    “Gotcha,” he murmured.
    Before he left, he paused. The longer he let the seeker droid track him, the more information he’d be giving to Bog and the Empire. He wanted to find the saboteur himself, then decide what
to do. He needed to make sure that he wasn’t handing over the planet to Imperial control. He had to hope that Solace and Oryon would be able to find Roan and Dona and free them before he had
to make a choice.
    He stepped out into the street again. He felt the seeker lurking underneath the curved roof of the building.
    Suddenly a skyhopper zoomed down in front of him. “Air taxi, sir?”
    It was Clive. Ferus stepped inside the vehicle. “I’ve got a seeker droid to lose,” he said.
    “I’m way ahead of you, mate. You’ve been under droid surveillance since you left that crazy palace. Let’s lose the creep.”
    Clive hit the engines hard. Ferus felt his stomach lurch as he moved up into space-lane traffic.
    “Have to get past these canal bridges, then we can go up,” Clive said, swerving to avoid an airspeeder dodging an air taxi.
    The space lane was clogged with traffic. Without signals, it was a free-for-all. Unfortunately, the citizens of Sath didn’t believe in slowing down.
    Ferus was plastered against the seat. “This is insane.”
    Clive cackled. “Isn’t it great?”
    The seeker was keeping up. Clive suddenly swerved to the left, nearly colliding with a large airspeeder. “Oops, I keep forgetting about my lack of starboard visibility.” He tapped on
the nav screen. “This keeps blitzing in and out.”
    “Great.”
    “Keep an eye out on starboard, will you?”
    Ferus glanced over his shoulder. “There’s an airbus—”
    Clive pushed the skyhopper violently to the right, passing underneath the bus by centimeters. “I saw it!” he said defensively when Ferus gave him an incredulous look.
    “Watch out for the—”
    “I’ve got it,” Clive said, diving down almost to the surface. “Woo, this is fun!”
    “The seeker—”
    “Oh, right.” Clive yanked the controls and zoomed down an alley. He looked up. “Got some room overhead—”
    “There’s not enough room!” Ferus saw only a tiny bit of sky between a cluster of towers overhead.
    Clive hit the engines, and the skyhopper zoomed up several kilometers in an instant. They passed through the space between the buildings, so close that the skyhopper scraped against the
building. The vehicle shuddered, but Clive only went faster. They seemed to pop out of the space like a cork. Ferus could swear he saw the paint peeling off the hull of the skyhopper.
    Below them, the seeker crashed into the side of one of the towers. It flamed out and dropped.
    “Told you there was room!” Clive chortled.
    He zoomed even higher, until they were in the upper atmosphere.
    “Where to, sir?” he asked.
    “The Hundred Seventh district,” Ferus answered. “And step on it.”
    “Music to my ears,” Clive said.

In an office in the Senate complex on Coruscant, a slender man clothed in black hit the control for his datapad. It rose from the center of his polished desk and he tilted the
screen at the precise angle for viewing.
    Senator Sano Sauro was impatient, but anyone peeking into his office would never know it. He sat composedly at his desk, his hands tightly folded in front of him. He hated to be kept waiting,
and Bog Divinian was keeping him waiting. It was tiresome to have such a sloppy partner, but Bog had his uses.
    He turned and looked at the artifact that hung suspended in a cube of