Star Wars - The Clone Wars - League of Spies by Aaron Allston

Author:Aaron Allston [Allston, Aaron]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2004-02-04T02:21:35+00:00

“We’re working for idiots,” Mapper said. “And you promised to do everything they said.” He was in control of the airspeeder, maneuvering it at legal rates along well-posted sky-routes above Nehass.

Joram shook his head. “I promised to obey Cherek’s orders and the dictates of their horrible committee. I didn’t promise to do anything else they said. I didn’t promise not to figure out how to get them to do what I want… which I have. And I didn’t promise not to do things on my own. Speaking of which…” He opened up his datapad. “I’m bringing up a map. I want you to drop me off there.”

“Beam it to the nav computer. What is it?”

“Edbit Teeks’ home. I’m going to give it a close look while you make Renkel comfortable. That trio of irredeemables thinks that Teeks had no local resources, which is an impossibility I need to disprove. When you’re done, come back for me.”

Mapper smiled. “Now I feel better.”

Mapper dropped Joram off a short distance from the housing tower that had been Edbit Teeks’ public address. Mapper returned to the air as soon as Joram sealed the door. It wouldn’t do to remain on the ground long enough for a pedestrian to see the woman-shaped disposal bag stretched across the back seat. Renkel, under the influence of the sedatives from the medical bag, would remain asleep for hours, perhaps the better part of a day. Mapper would find a place to conceal her where she was likely to remain undiscovered until hours past the Intelligence team’s departure from Tarhassan. Joram would ensure that the team would leave before tomorrow was very old.

Teeks’ building was shorter and broader than Renkel’s. Its duracrete face, stippled and dyed to resemble natural stone, was dark from age. The north face, thick with balconies, overlooked a park. No one walked in the park, and guardsmen, dressed in the fluttery orange-and-gold livery of Tarhassan’s armed forces, stood watchfully in the northeast and southwest corners. The west face, which was where the primary building entrance was located, had no balconies, but many broad viewports gave its residents a fine look down at the landspeeder lane below.

The building lobby was unguarded, wall sensors permitting access to its turbolifts. Renkel’s pockets had yielded up a transparisteel cylinder containing many of the planet’s coin-shaped magnetic access disks, and when Joram held the cylinder up to a sensor, the turbolift doors opened.

Teeks’ quarters were on the sixth floor. His door, a powered slider, was sealed by a magnetic coupler marked “Planetary Security.” Joram took a moment to assure himself that no one was moving down the floor’s hallway, then went to work disengaging the coupler. This was one of many skills he’d acquired since joining Republic Intelligence, and the coupler, designed to keep the mildly curious out or alert security forces if the very curious forced their way through, soon disengaged. Then Renkel’s cylinder of disks gave him access to the darkened interior.

The quarters were lightly furnished. The fact

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