"Nothing that I can see. All the swoops are performing well. The Alderaan pilot is in the lead." Didi wrung his hands. "And to think I could have bet on him!"
Obi-Wan strode toward a viewing platform. The noise of the crowd reverberated off the walls of the stadium and caused the air to ring against his ears. He was high above the race below. The agile swoops, wearing different planetary colors, zoomed around holographic obstacles that suddenly appeared in their paths. The crowd roared approval or fury at the spectacle.
Obi-Wan watched carefully. The swoops seemed to be functioning perfectly. The pilots were battling with every ounce of concentration they possessed.
"It has to be the timers," he murmured to Anakin. "Someone must have tampered with them. Only a hundredth of a second off, and the race will be won."
"Are the timers controlled by one person?" Anakin asked.
"I don't know," Obi-Wan said. "But we can find out."
The race ended with the Alderaan pilot zooming past the finish line to cheers and boos. Beside Obi-Wan, Didi groaned.
"There goes my fortune," he said.
A viewing platform glided into the center of the stadium. A tall, handsome Euceron male held a flashing hologram embedded in crystal over his head. It was the first-place award. The crowd went wild.
"It's Maxo Vista," Didi breathed in tones of awe. Anakin peered across the distance. "He's older than I thought."
"He is magnificent," Didi said.
"Didi, I want you to do something for me," Obi-Wan said, turning his back on the award ceremony. "First of all, stay out of trouble. Second, stick close to Fligh. I might need to talk to him again."
"All right, Obi-Wan. I will do what you say. My fate is intertwined with your desires," Didi said, his sad eyes still on the ceremony.
"Let us go, Padawan," Obi-Wan said. "I'd like to have a word with the timekeeper for this event."
On the way to the exclusive VIP skybox on Level Twenty where the Games Council members and other officials sat, Obi-Wan contacted the keeper of the Archives, Jocasta Nu, at the Temple.
"Can you do a quick search for me on a being named Quentor? Your basic operator who hangs around the Senate. He trades in information and stolen goods."
"What do you need to know?" Jocasta Nu asked. "I'm not sure. His whereabouts, for one thing. Any ties he might have to the Ruling Power of Euceron or the Galactic Games."
As he spoke, Obi-Wan stepped inside the Council skybox. In the first row of the box, Maxo Vista was talking to a tall Euceron dressed in a long white robe. Obi-Wan assumed the Euceron was a Ruler, but he didn't know which one. He hung back for a moment.
"Can we meet him? Can we meet Maxo Vista?" Anakin whispered, close by his side. He had heard stories of how Vista performed in the last Games.
"Maxo Vista?" Jocasta Nu asked, overhearing Anakin. Her voice lost its businesslike quality. Obi-Wan had never heard her sound so warm. "Have you met him?"
"No," Obi-Wan said.
"You don't know who he is, do you?" Jocasta Nu demanded.
"Can you retrieve that information for me?" Obi-Wan asked irritably.
"Yes, Obi-Wan. I'll do what I can." Jocasta Nu's voice brimmed with humor, an unusual occurrence.
Maxo Vista caught sight of them and came forward with the tall Euceron. "I have hoped to meet the Jedi," he said. "This is Ruler Three, one of the esteemed Ruling Power."
Obi-Wan introduced himself and Anakin. Maxo Vista flashed a charismatic smile, his vivid green eyes shining. "We are grateful that the Jedi have graciously agreed to attend the Games. With so many worlds coming together for these Games, it holds out a promise for peace throughout the galaxy."
Ruler Three bowed. "Our government thanks you. Now I must attend the next event."
As soon as Ruler Three had left, Obi-Wan turned back to Maxo Vista.
"We would like to speak with the official timekeeper for this event."
"Of course." Maxo leaned forward to touch a glowing screen. "That would be Aarno Dering." He peered over at a glass skybox with an excellent view of the action. "He's already left, I'm afraid. But I can give you his room number at the official Games quarters."
"We'd appreciate it."
Maxo Vista hesitated. "Is anything wrong?"
"Just a routine check," Obi-Wan assured him.
He nodded and consulted the screen again, then gave them Aarno Dering's location. Obi-Wan and Anakin hurried out of Stadium Five. The air taxis were full of the departing crowd. Obi-Wan and Anakin threaded through the crowd, moving quickly and easily through the crush.
"I can't believe I actually met Maxo Vista," Anakin said. "I'll never forget his performance in the swoop races in the last Games. And did you see him in the holographic obstacle course? He set a new galactic record."
Obi-Wan's face was blank, and Anakin sighed. "I can't believe you don't know who he is. Everybody — "
" — knows Maxo Vista," Obi-Wan finished. "But right now I'm more interested in Aarno Dering."
At the quarters, they passed the security checkpoint and quickly accessed a map for directions to Block Seven, Room 4116.
"This way," Obi-Wan said.
They hurried down the outdoor walkways that connected the various temporary buildings built of hard duraplastoid materials in bright colors.
When they reached Block Seven, they took a moving walkway up to the fourth story.
"Room 4116 should be at the end of the walkway," Anakin said.
A tall humanoid male came out of a door at the end of the walkway. He paused while he carefully placed various personal items in different-sized pockets. His neutral gaze slid over the surrounding area and lit on the Jedi.
He jumped and a look of surprised panic lit his eyes. He turned abruptly and headed the other way.
"Aarno Dering?" Obi-Wan called, quickening his pace. "We'd like to talk to you."
Dering began to run. Obi-Wan and Anakin leaped forward in a surge of speed.
Dering had a good head start, but he was no athlete. He leaped onto the moving walkway and zigzagged past athletes and workers, pushing some aside roughly. Obi-Wan leaped off the second story and landed lightly on the ground. Anakin followed.