Star Wars: Boba Fett: Maze of Deception (Clone Wars Novel, A) by Elizabeth Hand

Author:Elizabeth Hand [Hand, Elizabeth]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
ISBN: 9781484719923
Publisher: Disney Book Group
Published: 2014-10-28T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Boba swung his arm back, ready to hurl the brick. But before he could, Nuri stopped him.

“Stop!” the Bimm said. “Wait—”

The figure drew up beside them and halted, panting. It was a fur-covered Bothan, her pointy ears pressed back against her head in fear. “Nuri!” she exclaimed.

Nuri stared up at her in concern. “What is it, Hev’sin?” he asked.

“I have been searching for you!” She turned and looked at Boba. Her blaster was still pointed at him.

“Who is he?” she asked Nuri in a low, accusing voice.

Boba stared at his feet. Nuri glanced at him, then shook his head. “Only a boy,” he said to the Bothan quietly. “You will not need your weapon with him. Tell me, Hev’sin—what is wrong?”

The Bothan hesitated. Then she slipped her blaster back into her belt. She stepped next to Nuri, and the two of them turned away slightly. It was obvious they were not worried about Boba overhearing them.

After all, Boba thought, I’m only a boy. Not a serious threat.

Or so you think.

Boba knew about Bothans. They were the greatest spies in the galaxy. They left their homeworld, Bothawai, and traveled everywhere. And everywhere they went, they found work—at undercover jobs, as independent operatives, or part of the Bothan Spynet.

And what was it Nuri had just said?

The single most valuable thing is information.

Boba pretended to stare at the alley nearby. But in fact he was listening to what the Bothan was saying.

Boba was spying.

Two can play this game, he thought. And maybe only one can win—but that one will be me.

He could hear Hev’sin talking, in a low, urgent voice. “They say he has come here to raise currency for the Separatists. That is why he is down in the Undercity. He is pretending to make a standard visit to the Banking Clan offices on Level Four, but his real business is down here. He doesn’t want to draw the attention of members of the Republic.”

“Are you sure of this, Hev’sin?” asked Nuri. He looked extremely interested, but not too alarmed.

“Positive,” hissed the Bothan. “I saw him with my own eyes. He is surrounded by clone troopers—he never travels anywhere without a full guard now. Besides, I would know San Hill anywhere.”

San Hill! Boba remembered—he had seen San Hill just a little while ago, up on Level Two—the man who was skinny and ugly as a stick insect. The Head of the InterGalactic Banking Clan.

San Hill was a Separatist. Boba learned this when he was on Geonosis, and he had seen San Hill meeting with Count Dooku. Boba wondered if San Hill knew that Dooku was the same person as Tyranus—Tyranus, who had created the clone troopers that were now attacking San Hill’s allies!

I’ll bet he doesn’t know, thought Boba.

And then he had another thought.

Maybe he’d like to know…for a price.

Information was very valuable here on Aargau.

“Where did you see him?” Nuri was asking Bothan.

“Near the Hutts’ gambling palace. You can be certain San Hill is up to no good, if he is doing business with the Hutts.

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