Scoundrels: Star Wars by Timothy Zahn

Author:Timothy Zahn [Zahn, Timothy]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, azw3
ISBN: 978-0-345-53657-0
Publisher: Ballantine Books
Published: 2013-01-01T05:00:00+00:00

Carefully, Lando settled their fake cryodex into its case and sealed it. “Everyone ready?” he asked, looking around the room.

A chorus of affirmatives ran through the group. They certainly looked ready, Lando decided. Even with a brown floppy hat obscuring half her face and the tension of anticipation lying before her, Tavia was stunning in her demure brown dress. Rachele had moved her computer over to the window, ready to provide whatever support anyone needed, whether it involved data fishing or high-sky visual work. Winter and Dozer were dressed in outfits that wouldn’t draw a second glance on the street but which were tailored to allow ease of running, dodging, or shooting. Chewbacca, typically, just looked impatient to get going.

“Okay,” Lando said, carefully adjusting the edge of the nondescript silk tear-away jacket Zerba had made for him. “Let’s do this.”

“Hang on!” Eanjer called from down the hall.

Lando turned, wondering irritably what the other man wanted now.

He felt his mouth drop open. Eanjer had put on a long dark blue coat, its upturned collar hiding much of the medseal that covered the right half of his face. Draped jauntily across his head was a wide burgundy beret with a side spray of drooping feathers at the lower edge that hid most of the rest.

“What are you all dressed up for?” Lando demanded.

“I’m going with you,” Eanjer said, his voice firm. “It’s my fault Han’s in this mess. I’m not going to just sit here and do nothing.”

“What if Villachor’s people recognize you?” Tavia asked.

“They won’t,” Eanjer assured her.

“And if they do?” Tavia persisted.

Eanjer’s single eye looked like something cut from flint as he slowly turned to face her. “Then you and Bink will have an extra bit of diversion to do, won’t you?”

Chewbacca growled and gestured impatiently toward the door.

“Yes, and we don’t have any to waste,” Lando agreed reluctantly. He didn’t want Eanjer in there with him. But unless they threw binders on the man’s wrists or ordered Rachele to sit on him, there wasn’t any practical way to keep him in the suite. “Fine. But.” He leveled a finger. “You’ll stay in the background, do only what one of us tells you to do, and will not make yourself a diversion of any kind. Understood?”

“Understood.” Eanjer smiled cynically. “After all, if Villachor gets me, your hundred sixty-three million suddenly shrinks to eight hundred thousand. Can’t have that, can we?”

“Never mind the shrinkage,” Lando growled. “We know what we’re doing. You don’t. So stay out of the way.”

“Trust me,” Eanjer said softly. “I have no intention of dying today.”

“Good,” Lando said. “Because neither do the rest of us.” He took a deep breath. “All right. Let’s go.”

There was another round of muted agreement as they all headed for the door.

As he joined them, Lando felt a frown crease his forehead. It had been hard to tell through all the rest of their murmurings. But he could have sworn Winter had just said—

“Winter?” he asked.

“Yes?” she said, looking at him.

Lando felt his lip twitch.

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