Half a dozen sets of gravity vectors began to blink red, outlining a long crack in the otherwise solid sh.e.l.l of black holes. One at a time, a copy of each readout appeared in a corner inset, surrounded by letters and figures he did not have the faintest hope of deciphering. Luke had no idea what any any of this meant-and he was beginning to have the sinking feeling that he really didn"t want to. of this meant-and he was beginning to have the sinking feeling that he really didn"t want to.
He was jarred from his thoughts when Ben"s startled voice sounded from the front of the control room. "Ah, kriff kriff-this is bad!"
"What"s bad?" Luke s.n.a.t.c.hed his lightsaber off his belt again, then Force-leapt over three rows of equipment and landed next to Ben in the front of the control room. "Be specific!" bad?" Luke s.n.a.t.c.hed his lightsaber off his belt again, then Force-leapt over three rows of equipment and landed next to Ben in the front of the control room. "Be specific!"
Ben"s gaze swung toward Luke, his face pale and his jaw hanging slack. He raised a hand and pointed out into the darkness between them and the writhing ma.s.s of purple light.
"Bodies," he said. "Lots and lots of bodies."
WITH THE T TEMPLE APEX PLAYING PEEKABOO BEHIND THE FOG AND A cold mist swirling over Fellowship Plaza, Jedi Knight Bazel Warv felt as though he were walking on air. Maybe the wet weather touched a species-memory of the cloud forests that had once covered his native Ramoa. Or maybe he felt light-footed because he had spent two hours that morning watching his favorite little girl, Amelia Solo, and the rest of the day in the company of his friend Yaqeel Saav"etu. And any day spent with Yaqeel was a good one. She was smart and svelte, with silky Bothan fur that resembled spun gold on misty days like this, and she never seemed embarra.s.sed to be seen with a beady-eyed, jade-skinned hulk like Bazel. cold mist swirling over Fellowship Plaza, Jedi Knight Bazel Warv felt as though he were walking on air. Maybe the wet weather touched a species-memory of the cloud forests that had once covered his native Ramoa. Or maybe he felt light-footed because he had spent two hours that morning watching his favorite little girl, Amelia Solo, and the rest of the day in the company of his friend Yaqeel Saav"etu. And any day spent with Yaqeel was a good one. She was smart and svelte, with silky Bothan fur that resembled spun gold on misty days like this, and she never seemed embarra.s.sed to be seen with a beady-eyed, jade-skinned hulk like Bazel.
But today Yaqeel did not seem entirely at ease. There was a th.o.r.n.y side to her Force aura that usually came just before she growled-down someone for being rude, selfish, or otherwise irritating. Bazel could not imagine that he he was the target of her ire-he never had been before. Yet he didn"t think she could still be fuming over the way the lunch waiter had laughed when he tried to order a ten-kilogram basket of robal leaves. was the target of her ire-he never had been before. Yet he didn"t think she could still be fuming over the way the lunch waiter had laughed when he tried to order a ten-kilogram basket of robal leaves.
Maybe Yaqeel was upset because they had not yet succeeded in their one a.s.signment for the day: getting inside Tahiri Veila"s residence to determine why she wasn"t returning Jaina Solo"s calls. Unfortunately, they had been under strict orders not to get caught doing anything illegal, and the building"s Toydarian manager had not only resisted Yaqeel"s Force-suggestion efforts, but had taken offense and made it clear he would be keeping a close eye on the apartment all day.
Still, Yaqeel hadn"t seemed particularly disturbed at the time. She"d just shrugged and departed, then told Bazel they would return that night, after the Toydarian grew tired of keeping watch. So that left only one thing.
As they continued through Fellowship Plaza"s famous Walking Garden toward the Temple, Bazel began to growl and grunt in the guttural language of his species. It wasn"t Yaqeel Yaqeel that people had been avoiding all day, he a.s.sured her. She was too pretty for that. But between Chief Daala"s press releases and Javis Tyrr"s holoshow, Coruscant"s citizenry had to believe the entire Jedi Order was going insane. When someone saw a pair of Jedi Knights coming down the pedway these days, it was only natural to duck around the nearest corner-especially when one of those Jedi was over a meter wide. that people had been avoiding all day, he a.s.sured her. She was too pretty for that. But between Chief Daala"s press releases and Javis Tyrr"s holoshow, Coruscant"s citizenry had to believe the entire Jedi Order was going insane. When someone saw a pair of Jedi Knights coming down the pedway these days, it was only natural to duck around the nearest corner-especially when one of those Jedi was over a meter wide.
Yaqeel swung her long ears down, pressing them tight to her skull in what Bazel had learned to recognize as an expression of grat.i.tude and affection.
"Thanks, Barv." She had started calling him Barv when they were hiding inside the Maw with the rest of the Jedi younglings, and the nickname had stuck. "But it"s not the public."
She flicked an ear tip toward a row of neatly trimmed blartrees that lined the far edge of the broad pedway. "It"s them." them."
Bazel didn"t need to look to know who them them was, and he ventured the opinion that it was nothing to grow angry about. The Solos were just keeping watch because they were worried that he and Yaqeel might fall ill, the way their friends had. was, and he ventured the opinion that it was nothing to grow angry about. The Solos were just keeping watch because they were worried that he and Yaqeel might fall ill, the way their friends had.
Yaqeel c.o.c.ked her head in surprise. "When did you you notice them?" notice them?"
Bazel rubbed his long chin and, because his Ramoan throat didn"t allow him to speak Basic, grunted his reply in his own language. It was difficult to recall whether he had smelled the Solos as he and Yaqeel were entering Tahiri"s building, or as they were leaving leaving. Probably as they were leaving.
Yaqeel punched him in the shoulder, hard. "And you didn"t tell me?"
Bazel hadn"t realized he needed to; wasn"t her nose as large as his? Yaqeel"s ears shot forward. "Gee, thanks." thanks."
She picked up her pace. Bazel hastened after her, his heavy strides sounding like drumbeats as his big heels pounded the paving slabs. Beings ten meters ahead began to glance over their shoulders and look for convenient places in which to disappear.
Bazel paid them no attention. It wasn"t like Yaqeel to be touchy, so he was afraid he had really hurt her feelings. As he lumbered after her, he kept up a steady refrain of grunts and groans, trying to explain that her nose was really as big as his only in proportion in proportion to the size of her face. But Yaqeel wasn"t in any mood for explanations. She continued to move ever faster, until she was almost running. to the size of her face. But Yaqeel wasn"t in any mood for explanations. She continued to move ever faster, until she was almost running.
They reached the end of the pedway, emerging from the Walking Garden into the open vastness of the Temple Court. Yaqeel continued to move at a brisk pace, angling for the south side of the huge pyramid, where there was a subsurface speeder gate that many Jedi employed as an entrance because of its inaccessibility to Javis Tyrr and his fellow holoslugs.
Finally, Bazel caught up to Yaqeel and spun around to block her way. Her eyes were wide and bulging, almost bloodshot, and the tips of her fangs were showing beneath her curled lips. Growing alarmed, he clamped a huge hand on her shoulder and demanded to know why she was suddenly so frightened of him.
Yaqeel"s ears flattened to the sides. "It"s not you, Bazel."
Yaqeel never never called him by his proper name; clearly, something was terribly wrong. He snorted a question, demanding to know what it was. called him by his proper name; clearly, something was terribly wrong. He snorted a question, demanding to know what it was.
Yaqeel glanced over her shoulder, back toward the Walking Garden. "Them "Them, of course," she said. "Can"t you sense the change?" Now Yaqeel was really starting to frighten Bazel. When he asked her what change she meant, his voice broke into a shrill squeal that made pa.s.sing beings circle around them even more widely.
"Oh, Barv, you"re just so ... trusting." trusting." Yaqeel took Bazel by the wrist and started toward the speeder entrance again, this time at a more normal pace. "Don"t let them know we"re on to them. That"s the mistake the others made." Yaqeel took Bazel by the wrist and started toward the speeder entrance again, this time at a more normal pace. "Don"t let them know we"re on to them. That"s the mistake the others made."
Bazel began to have a sinking feeling. He inquired what others she was talking about.
Yaqeel stared up out of one narrowed eye. "The others like us us, of course."
Bazel asked if she meant the rest of the Unit, Jysella and Valin.
Yaqeel nodded, adding, "And Seff and Natua, too."
They were just angling past the main entrance, where a full Galactic Alliance Security a.s.sault team-complete with armored hovercars-had been stationed as an a.s.sertion of Daala"s authority. To either side of them sat a pair of newsvans, resting on their parking struts until the next opportunity came to embarra.s.s the Jedi Order. Javis Tyrr was nowhere in sight at the moment, but Bazel recognized Tyrr"s distinctive, half-winking "gotcha eye" logo on one of the vans, and he knew the bottom-feeding reporter would be somewhere close. He pulled Yaqeel to his other side, where she would be shielded from roving cams by his jade bulk.
His worst fears were confirmed when Yaqeel failed to notice what he was doing. "We"ll free Seff and Natua first," she said. "Then maybe we can recover Jysella and Valin, find a safe place to thaw them out, and figure out what the kriff is going on."
It would certainly be good to figure things out, Bazel agreed. What he didn"t say was that Yaqeel was breaking his heart. He hadn"t grown as close to Seff and Natua at Shelter as he had to Yaqeel and the Horn siblings, but the quarters had been so tight that he had become friends with most of the other students, and he desperately wanted to see them leave the Asylum Block-when they were ready. Now Bazel"s best friend was starting to act like she was on her way to joining them, which was certainly a better alternative to being frozen in carbonite like Valin and Jysella. That That, Bazel would never allow.
As they approached the corner of the Temple, Bazel took one last look back toward the cam vans and found a single lens turned their way-no doubt capturing some stock footage of him so they would have something ready when they aired a report about the Jedi menace. He raised a hand as though to wave, at the same time shooting a Force flash toward the van that would wipe his image-and most of the day"s other footage-from the cam"s digital memory.
They rounded the corner and came to a hedge of tall rutolu bushes, the purple leaves as long and slender as daggers. A freshly worn path led through the hedge to a chest-high safety wall that protected the sunken entrance to the speeder gate, and it was here that Yaqeel reached for her lightsaber. Bazel was desperate to keep her from causing trouble outside the Temple, where she might injure a pa.s.serby and would certainly draw the attention of the GAS a.s.sault team. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her away.
Yaqeel spun on him with fire in her eyes, then sent a jolt of Force energy into his arm so powerful that Bazel squealed in surprise. He had never seen her do such a thing before; in fact, he had never seen any any Jedi use the Force that way. Jedi use the Force that way.
"You, Barv?" Yaqeel"s hand dropped to her lightsaber. "They got you-"
Bazel gave a disgusted snort, pointing out they weren"t going to free anyone from the Asylum Block by trying to fight their way into into the Temple. The plan was to the Temple. The plan was to fool fool the Jedi, remember? the Jedi, remember?
Yaqeel"s hand remained on her lightsaber hilt, her long brow-fur rising at the ends as she studied Bazel. Finally, she said, "Barv, we are are the Jedi." the Jedi."
Silently cursing the dim wits of his species and the sharp wits of the Bothans, Bazel took a deep breath and tried to accept that he would soon be in a huge amount of pain. Even under the best circ.u.mstances, Bazel wasn"t a very good liar, and now Yaqeel would be using the Force to determine whether he was being truthful. That left him with only one option: to grab her and try to drag her inside the Temple before the GAS a.s.sault team arrived and the two Jedi got themselves killed.
And that was when Bazel realized he could could lie to her. The key to defeating the Jedi truth-sense lay in believing the lie one told, and Bazel knew how to do that. He didn"t know lie to her. The key to defeating the Jedi truth-sense lay in believing the lie one told, and Bazel knew how to do that. He didn"t know how how he knew, or where he had learned it. But all he had to do was soak his words in a little Force energy, and then he himself would believe what he said. And everyone else would, too. he knew, or where he had learned it. But all he had to do was soak his words in a little Force energy, and then he himself would believe what he said. And everyone else would, too.
So Bazel simply shrugged and pulled his hand away from Yaqeel"s lightsaber. He suggested that maybe rescuing Seff and Natua wasn"t such a good idea, after all. The ...the fakes fakes were bound to be watching them, and the instant he and Yaqeel started down toward the Asylum Block, they"d probably get jumped and end up in a cell themselves. were bound to be watching them, and the instant he and Yaqeel started down toward the Asylum Block, they"d probably get jumped and end up in a cell themselves.
Yaqeel considered his words for a moment, then took her hand away from her lightsaber. "You"re probably right, Barv. But we"ve got to try." try."
Bazel sighed in relief, using his newfound Force skill to make it seem like resignation. Then he asked Yaqeel if she was ready.
Yaqeel nodded. "As ready as I"ll ever be." She grabbed the safety wall and pulled herself up, crouching on its mist-slickened top to glance back down at Bazel. "Remember to act normal, Barv. You can"t let them shiver you out too much."
He a.s.sured her that he wouldn"t give them away to anyone anyone inside the Temple. It was another lie, of course, but he did not feel guilty about it. Once he had Yaqeel safe somewhere deep inside the Temple, he could try to reason with her, make her see that nothing sinister had happened to their fellow Jedi. And if he failed, at least there would be plenty of help to make certain she didn"t fall into GAS"s custody and end up like Valin and Jysella. inside the Temple. It was another lie, of course, but he did not feel guilty about it. Once he had Yaqeel safe somewhere deep inside the Temple, he could try to reason with her, make her see that nothing sinister had happened to their fellow Jedi. And if he failed, at least there would be plenty of help to make certain she didn"t fall into GAS"s custody and end up like Valin and Jysella.
Bazel laid an elbow on top of the wall and swung a ma.s.sive leg up so he was sitting astride it. He found himself looking down into a white duracrete trough, about five meters deep and just wide enough for two speeders to pa.s.s in opposite directions. At one end, the trough vanished into the tunnel that led down to the south-side speeder hangars. The durasteel gate to this entrance was wide open while a small, dome-shaped Lovolol cleaning droid polished the threshold.
Standing just outside that gate, next to an armored luxury speeder bearing the crest of the Imperial Remnant, were Jaina Solo and Jagged Fel. Head of State Fel wore a formal dress uniform with the tunic collar still fastened. Jaina was in a purple day dress styled just enough like a Jedi robe to make the lightsaber hanging from its belt look appropriate. They were wrapped in each other"s arms, kissing and paying no attention to anyone else.
The fur on Yaqeel"s neck stood on end, and her hand drifted toward her lightsaber again. Bazel knew his plan to get her safely inside the Temple had just run into a serious problem.
He leaned close to Yaqeel"s ear and rumbled that Jaina and her friend were only interested in each other. Bazel and Yaqeel should just hop down, excuse themselves, and continue into the Temple.
Yaqeel shook her head. "What"s that cleaning droid doing there?" she whispered. "Something"s not right."
Bazel cursed under his breath, then explained that Jaina had probably been out with Head of State Fel having a late lunch-or early dinner-somewhere.
"Bazel, they"re not people," people," Yaqeel hissed. "You Yaqeel hissed. "You have have to remember that." to remember that."
Bazel nodded and a.s.sured her that he would try. Jaina must have sensed them watching, because she suddenly opened her eyes and peered up at them over Head of State Fel"s shoulder. Instead of breaking off the kiss, she lifted a hand and fluttered her fingers at them. It was a casual wave, such as anyone might give in a similar position, but Bazel was beginning to see Yaqeel"s point. With Han and Leia behind them and Jaina blocking their access to the Temple, the Solos had them in a perfect trap. Could it really be just coincidence?
Jaina must have sensed his confusion, because she pulled away from her companion and motioned them down.
"Sorry," she called. There was an uncharacteristic flush to her cheeks-subtle, but distinct enough for Bazel to notice. "You"re not interrupting anything, really."
Now Head of State Fel turned as well, his cheeks showing the same uncharacteristic flush, and Bazel"s heart jumped into his throat. He couldn"t imagine what had ever made him doubt Yaqeel"s judgment; she was a Bothan, after all, and Bothans understood treachery a lot better than Ramoans.
"Please, don"t let us hold you up," called the being who looked like Head of State Fel. "I was just leaving."
Yaqeel seemed frozen in indecision, so Bazel forced a smile and replied that it was no problem, they were in no hurry. He put a little Force energy into the words, but apparently the ability to tell a good lie could not get them out of everything. The being who was impersonating Jaina frowned and started to step around the car toward them, and Not-Fel leaned into the open door to say something to his driver.
Bazel hazarded the opinion that they might have walked into an ambush.
"Might have?" Yaqeel snapped her lightsaber off her belt and turned back toward the rutolu hedge. "Let"s get out of ..." have?" Yaqeel snapped her lightsaber off her belt and turned back toward the rutolu hedge. "Let"s get out of ..."
Yaqeel let the sentence trail off as a pair of beings who looked a lot like Han and Leia Solo came pushing through the hedge. They did not have the same flush Bazel had seen in the cheeks of Jaina and Head of State Fel, but he knew they couldn"t be the real Solos because Han didn"t have the ability to Force-jump, and that meant he could not enter the Temple by this entrance. Besides, Bazel"s danger sense was going wild, and both Solos were holding something behind their backs, and he knew the real real Han and Leia would never harm him or Yaqeel. Han and Leia would never harm him or Yaqeel.
Not-Leia"s eye went straight to the lightsaber in Yaqeel"s hand. "Yaqeel, what are you doing with your lightsaber out? Is there a problem?"
Not-Leia was still speaking when Yaqeel sprang, yelling, "You "You are-" Not-Han"s hand was already coming around. Bazel glimpsed the silver form of some kind of hand weapon, then heard the are-" Not-Han"s hand was already coming around. Bazel glimpsed the silver form of some kind of hand weapon, then heard the phoot-phoot phoot-phoot of flying darts. of flying darts.
Yaqeel gave a startled cry, her knees buckling as she landed in front of Not-Leia. She activated her lightsaber and flicked her wrist around in a clumsy attack, but Not-Leia had already stepped out of range. The blade sputtered dead as the hilt spun from Yaqeel"s twitching hand.
Bazel watched in horror as Yaqeel"s eyes rolled back in her head and drool began to slide down the long red tongue lolling out of the side of her mouth. He bellowed her name and reached for his own lightsaber-then noticed the tranquilizer pistol Not-Leia was holding on him.
"Bazel, it"s just a tranquilizer," Not-Leia said. "Yaqeel"s going to be fine."
"Yeah," Not-Han agreed. "How about you?"
Bazel considered trying to use his ma.s.s to overpower them both and flee with Yaqeel. But he was still sitting astride the wall with his lightsaber hanging from his belt, and both Not-Solos were holding tranquilizer pistols in their hands. He simply wasn"t quick enough, so he moved his hand away from his lightsaber and nodded, using his new skill to put a little Force behind the gesture.
The faces of both Not-Solos relaxed instantly, and Not-Han whistled in relief. "Good. I thought for a minute we"d lost you both."
Bazel shook his head to a.s.sure him they hadn"t. He eyed a landing spot close to Yaqeel, then began to gather his legs under him. If he was quick enough, he might be able to s.n.a.t.c.h Yaqeel up and be through the hedge before- "Stay up there, Bazel," Not-Leia ordered. "We"ll pa.s.s her up."
"Yeah, we need to get out of here." Not-Han kicked Yaqeel"s lightsaber aside, then holstered his tranquilizer pistol and stooped down to pick up her unconscious form. "That GAS team was already starting this way when we came through the hedge."
Bazel settled back astride the wall, then stretched a hand down to take Yaqeel"s limp form. This lying skill was a handy thing, he reflected. If the impostors were just going to hand her up to him, maybe he could hang on to her until he saw an opportunity to- His hopes of making an easy getaway came to an abrupt end when he heard a pair of small feet land atop the wall behind him. Both Not-Solos did a credible job of looking surprised. Not-Han even let his jaw drop.
"Jaina?" Not-Han gasped. "What are you you doing here?" doing here?"
"Long story," Not-Jaina said. By the sound of her voice, she was less than two meters behind Bazel-easily within reach of his gangling arms. "But maybe you"d better let me me take Yaqeel." take Yaqeel."
Not-Han and Not-Leia both frowned and cast uneasy glances in Bazel"s direction. It was then that Bazel saw the flaw in his plan. If the impostors were replacing real Jedi with their own copies, they would know know whom they had already replaced-and whom they whom they had already replaced-and whom they hadn"t hadn"t. They had been fooling Bazel Bazel, manipulating him into a vulnerable position so it would be easier to take him down. And his Ramoan mind had been too stupid to see it! Sometimes he hated being such a big spotted oaf, hated himself for being so easy to trick. And hated them them for taking advantage of it. for taking advantage of it.
Bazel let out an angry bellow, then spun around, flinging his long arm out toward Not-Jaina. He heard her yell in surprise, then felt a satisfying impact as he caught her across the torso and sent her flying.
The next thing Bazel heard was the phoot-phoot phoot-phoot of flying darts. His face and arms erupted in fiery waves of stinging pain, and he instantly grew dizzy and sick. He felt himself falling and crashing into an oblivion of crumpling metal, and he hoped that all that throbbing meant there wasn"t going to be enough of him left to copy. of flying darts. His face and arms erupted in fiery waves of stinging pain, and he instantly grew dizzy and sick. He felt himself falling and crashing into an oblivion of crumpling metal, and he hoped that all that throbbing meant there wasn"t going to be enough of him left to copy.
"SORRY ABOUT YOUR LIMO, JAG." H HAN WAS STARING AT J JAGGED F FEL"S damaged speeder, now half hidden beneath Bazel Warv"s green bulk. Through a side window, he could see that the impact had folded the roof a good sixty centimeters down into the pa.s.senger compartment. "Maybe you should find another dealer. You"d think an armored speeder would take a hit better than this." damaged speeder, now half hidden beneath Bazel Warv"s green bulk. Through a side window, he could see that the impact had folded the roof a good sixty centimeters down into the pa.s.senger compartment. "Maybe you should find another dealer. You"d think an armored speeder would take a hit better than this."
"Crumple zones are part of the design. I a.s.sure you, it can take a volley of concussion grenades and still speed away." Jag turned toward Jaina, who was standing at the limousine"s front fender with the driver"s raincoat b.u.t.toned over her torn dress. "I"m just glad Jaina wasn"t hurt."
Jaina glared at him. "I can take a hit, too, Jag."
Jag"s steely eyes widened ever so slightly. "I"m sure you can," he began apologetically. "I just meant to say that you"re more important to me than a million-credit limousine."
"I"d better better be," Jaina shot back. "That doesn"t mean I can"t take care of myself." be," Jaina shot back. "That doesn"t mean I can"t take care of myself."
Han had to bite his cheek to keep from bursting into laughter. He still found it hard to believe that Jaina was really going to marry this guy, and it was foul-ups like this that made him hope she"d come to her senses before it was too late. Jagged Fel was a decent enough fellow, and a fine pilot, to be sure. But he was also a stickler for rules and a slave to his honor, and Han had seen enough of that that kind to know Head of State Fel would never, kind to know Head of State Fel would never, ever ever put Jaina ahead of his duty. And that just wasn"t good enough for Han"s only daughter-not by a long shot. put Jaina ahead of his duty. And that just wasn"t good enough for Han"s only daughter-not by a long shot.
Jag finally withered under Jaina"s glare and turned to Han, who laughed and slapped him on the shoulder.
"Son, you"ve got a lot to learn before you"re ready to marry a strong woman," he said. "You might start by always remembering she can break your neck with just a glance."
"Han!" Leia scolded. She was sitting atop the safety wall, one hand reaching out over the speeder lane as she used the Force to lower Yaqeel Saav"etu"s unconscious form down to the others. "You"ll scare him off!"
"Hey, he should know what he"s in for." Han winked at Jaina, and her scowl melted away, probably because she realized she was being too touchy about Jag"s protective streak. "You"ve been threatening to break my neck for forty years," he reminded Leia.
"That has nothing to do with being a strong woman," Leia retorted. "Just one whose patience is too often tested."
Han turned to Jag. "And that that reminds me-it pays to keep life interesting. These women can get bored just sitting around the apartment." reminds me-it pays to keep life interesting. These women can get bored just sitting around the apartment."
"That depends on who we"re sitting around with," with," Leia said drily. She swung her hand toward the limousine, lowering Yaqeel onto its hood. "As interesting as it might be to explore my husband"s nerfheaded theories on marriage, we"d better take care of our two patients. That GAS squad is right behind me." Leia said drily. She swung her hand toward the limousine, lowering Yaqeel onto its hood. "As interesting as it might be to explore my husband"s nerfheaded theories on marriage, we"d better take care of our two patients. That GAS squad is right behind me."
"I"ll get Bazel." Jaina turned to Han. "Dad, if you can take Yaqeel-"
"I"ll help," Jag said, stepping toward the Bothan"s feet. At the same time, he glanced across the hood at the big-shouldered hump standing beside the driver"s door with a T-21 repeating blaster at the ready. "Put that weapon away and stay quiet about this, Baxton."
"Yes, sir," Baxton confirmed, tucking the weapon back inside the driver"s door. "As far as GAS is concerned, I didn"t see anything."
"Lying to a GAS agent is a crime here," Jag said. "Just tell them you"re not authorized to discuss my activities with anyone. That"s well within your immunity rights, and you won"t run the risk of arrest."
Baxton snapped to attention. "Thank you for considering my welfare, sir."