"Going okay," Lekauf whispered, not looking toward the three men.
One of the GA Intelligence agents walked through the doors of Building G in front of Omas. The other followed close enough to tread on his heels. They almost vanished in the crowds inside the terminal building, but Ben kept them in sight even though he lost Lekauf for a few moments. One of them appeared to be checking the numbers on various doors and exits as he walked, and eventually he stopped at one marked 53-L and inserted a
credit chip in the slot to one side. The doors parted and Ben got a glimpse of a small, brightly lit room almost filled by a white duraplast table ringed by chairs. There was already someone in there.
The doors closed again. A steady two-way river of passengers, port workers, flight crew, and the general temporary population of a spaceport stood between Ben and the doors.
"You can do this," Lekauf said. "How many in there? I can't place the strip- cam under the doors if someone else is going to come along and open them again. "
Ben closed his eyes and concentrated on the ebb and flow of the Force, the patterns of density that he could both feel at the roof of his mouth and see as speckled color behind his eyelids.
"Six," he said. That made sense: two close protection agents each, even numbers, two statesmen who didn't trust each other. "Yes, six.
They're all inside now."
"Can you see lottery numbers, too?" Lekauf made his way casually through the shoals of people and squatted down to adjust his boot. Ben saw him take out what looked like a small flimsi strip, then slide the thing under the hairline gap with quick ease.
Strip-cams were very small these days, the size of a coat-check stub. They really were flimsi, and just as disposable once they'd finished transmitting.
"Lovely," said Shevu's voice in Ben's ear. "I can see right up Gejjen's nose. Good clear sound. Nice job, Jori."
Eventually, Ben glanced around and spotted Shevu leaning against a drinks dispenser on the other side of the concourse. He was recording the output from the strip-cam and transmitting it back to GAG HQ. As soon as he had confirmation that it had been received and stored, he'd erase his datapad and send a code to the strip-cam to shred its data. It'd be just a scrap of garbage the cleaners would sweep up, if they ever came this way. It looked
Ben and Lekauf could hear the conversation in their earpieces, both of diem monitoring it so they knew when to vanish, wait for Gejjen to emerge, and follow him.
It was a fascinating conversation. Ben had started to get the hang of the code and insinuation that beings in power used to say unpleasant things, a different language that let them deny later that they'd meant any harm. Jacen was good at it. Ben hoped he never would be, because it got to be a habit and Jacen seemed to enjoy playing that game for its own sake.
He recognized Omas's voice. Gejjen sounded softer than he did on the HNE bulletins.
It was very weird to listen to a man you were about to kill. Ben was hearing the last words Dur Gejjen would ever speak.
"So . . . can we agree as gentlebeings to cease hostilities while we sort out a compromise?"
"Before or after I take this to the Senate?" Omas asked.
"I'm not referring this to my assembly—yet. You might not need to refer it to yours," Gejjen replied. "We'll stand down if you agree to that form of revised wording in the commitment of planetary defense assets to the GA."
"You might be able to deliver that with Corellian forces, but can you pull back the Bothans?"
"Are you sure Niathal will do as you tell her?"
"She's a career officer. She will."
"The Bothans are pragmatists. They will."
"As a show of goodwill, you'll commit forces to helping us restore order in places like the Sepan system."
"Of course. And you need us to come back into the GA fold to stop the membership hemorrhaging away."
"I won't ask for any statement that causes loss of face. I know how
. . . proud Corellians are. Just something along the lines of differences being bridgeable."
"That's very gracious, Chief Omas. Now, those differences will only be bridged if Admiral Niathal and Colonel Solo no longer carry the military weight that they do now."
"You want me to fire them."
"I think you might need to do more than fire them now that they've become used to getting their own way."
"I think I know what you mean, and I don't care for that solution."
"Niathal—ambitious. Dangerous. Solo—ambitious, dangerous, and Jedi, too. We can solve the problem for you permanently."
"If you do, I don't need to know about it."
"If we do, I'd like your security services to look the other way.
Solo has ambitious minions who'd be temporarily blind and deaf in exchange for promotion, I think."
"I see you know of Captain Girdun, then . . ."
And they laughed. The two of them actually laughed. Ben heard a faint sound as if Shevu was clearing his throat. When Ben turned his head, Lekauf was looking at him, for once not the permanently cheerful man who looked so much younger than he was. He looked old and angry.
"That's how much we're worth," he said quietly. "I bet our Intel guys in
there love the idea of having their man back in command."
Ben's gut turned suddenly heavy and cold. It was a dirty game all the way to the top. While he was preparing to assassinate Gejjen, Gejjen was doing a deal to strike at Jacen and Niathal, with Omas turning a blind eye.
Everyone could be bought if the price was high enough. Omas obviously put peace above individual lives. It might not have been any different in the long run from any general risking combat casualties, but it didn't feel anywhere near as clean.
Ben switched his attention. He began to visualize the exterior of the terminal buildings. A walkway ran along the roof, a little-used observation deck where anyone could sit and watch vessels taking off and landing. It wasn't a popular spot, but it was perfect for a sniper. As soon as the meeting sounded as if it was coming to an end, Ben had a minute or two to get up on that roof and wait for Gejjen to exit.
There were three sets of doors Gejjen could leave through to walk back onto the landing field and rejoin his ship. To cover that span—a couple of hundred meters—Ben would have to be ready to sprint along that platform in either direction from a central point.
I'm ready.
He pressed his arm against his side and felt the Karpaki. It would be almost completely silent. He'd also be standing on top of a stark permacrete platform with no cover.
I'll just have to be fast, then . . .
The conversation between Omas and Gejjen slowed, and there were longer pauses and more restless grunts and sighs. Business was drawing to a close. At a nudge from Lekauf, Ben began walking to the roof turbolift without even looking back. He stood in the turbolift cab with a family of Trianii looking for a tapcaf, wondering if they could smell his intentions.
One of the GAG troopers liked free-falling. He'd told Ben that to jump off a
There was nobody around anyway. The observation platform was cracked, and weeds were thriving in the crevices. He settled down to wait for Shevu and Lekauf to do the spotting for him.
Jacen's going to go crazy when he hears what Omas has in mind for him.