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northwest area of the city—”
    “I don’t care where it is—I want to know if he’s found anything!”
    “Hard to know,” Bog said.
    “It’s your job to know,” Sauro said irritably. “Find out.”
    He cut the communication abruptly. He’d have to monitor Bog more closely. Sauro himself didn’t get where he was today by underestimating a Jedi, even a failed Jedi like Ferus
Olin.
    He swung his datapad closer. He tapped on the keys. He was taking no chances. He doubted that Ferus Olin was following the Emperor’s orders without his own plan.
    Sauro placed a secret code in his files. A neat booby trap. If someone tried unauthorized access, he’d know it immediately.
    No one must be allowed to interfere with his plans.

Wil and Amie dropped Solace, Trever, and Oryon off on a bluff overlooking the Imperial hangar and adjacent landing platform. Due to the large number of vehicles and troops
needed for the garrison, it had been built on the outskirts of Ussa, on an empty plain that stretched toward the foothills. Solace, Oryon, and Trever lay flat, watching the traffic below.
    “If we can get to the holding pen for the airspeeder transports, we can go in that hangar door,” Solace said. “It’s not being used that much.”
    To Trever, it looked as though it was being used every few minutes. Leave it to a Jedi to say something was easy when it was so clearly impossible.
    Solace gave him one of her rare smiles. “I can see you doubt me.”
    “I never argue with you or Ferus,” Trever said. “What’s the point?”
    “Good philosophy.” Solace slipped her liquid cable out of her utility belt. “Ready?”
    Oryon nodded. “I’ll take Trever.”
    Great. The next thing Trever knew, he was hanging on to the strong broad back of Oryon and falling through thin air, the wind whistling past his ears. They landed on the ground with a bump. They
were concealed here by boulders, and they quickly snaked through them until they were close to the hangar door.
    Two stormtroopers were conferring near the entry. After a moment, they both turned to walk inside.
    Now
, Solace signaled.
    She ran across the few meters of open ground. Trever followed, expecting at any moment to be blasted into oblivion. But they reached the safety of the wall. Solace peered around the corner into
the interior of the hangar.
    She signaled, and slipped inside. Trever followed. The hangar was connected to docking bays that ran the length of the structure. Arcs of durasteel rods held the plastoid retractable roof in
place. They stood behind an equipment loader and scanned the space.
    The place was mainly staffed by Class Five labor droids. Binary load lifters were busy with cargo. Freight droids moved smaller durasteel bins filled with weapons. Battle droids handled the
security.
    “This is why they won,” Oryon said. “Look at this place. They’re so efficient they can build this in no time at all.”
    “They cut corners, though,” Solace said. “Antiquated docking system, no fuel lines to individual hangar bays.”
    Oryon gazed overhead. “No automated fire protection.”
    “Why bother? They can afford to lose droids and stormtroopers.”
    “We need to get to a dataport,” Oryon said.
    “It’s best if they don’t know we broke in,” Solace said. “I could take out the droids, but…”
    “What we need is a diversion,” Trever said.
    “Sure,” Oryon agreed. “But what?”
    Trever glanced around the hangar. A group of labor droids was using a welding tool to fix a battered speeder. The sparks flew as they busily wheeled about. Next to them was a fuel storage bin
and a parked gravsled. A power droid was nearby, its generator humming as it recharged several smaller freight droids.
    “Give me thirty seconds,” Trever said.
    Ducking around speeders and ships for cover, he raced toward the droids. When he got within tossing distance of the fuel storage bins, he reached into his utility belt. Carefully modifying an
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