“This?” Boba Fett’s gloved hands were already level with his helmet. With the toe of his boot, he gave the comm unit a kick. “It’s not even operational.”
“I don’t care if it’s as dead as you’re supposed to be.” A few lights had blinked on the control panel of the comm unit. Hamame raised the muzzle of the blaster rifle higher, aiming from his hip straight toward Boba Fett’s helmet. “Just get away from it. You know what kind of reputation you’ve got, being a tricky barve and all. I don’t want any surprises.”
Fett moved toward where Dengar was standing with his hands raised. “Careful,” said Fett. “Trust me-you won’t get nearly as much for a corpse as you will for living merchandise.”
“I’ll take what I can get,” said Hamame. “Especially since you don’t have any choice about talking right now.” He smiled as he kept the blaster rifle trained toward Dengar and Boba Fett. “Amazing how persuasive something as simple as this can be when you’re looking down its barrel. There’s a bunch of questions I’d like some answers to. Profitable answers.”
“Don’t be an idiot.” Dengar spoke up. “If you want credits, there are easier ways of getting them than this. And less dangerous. Just let us go, and we’ll make it worth your while.”
“Oh, sure; I’ll trust you to send the credits. You can send it care of the Mos Eisley cantina.” Hamame shook his head with a grimace of disgust. “Get real. Whatever you two could pay for your hides isn’t anything compared to what some others would be willing to.” He looked straight toward the other bounty hunter. “There are some big players interested in Boba Fett’s welfare, and I mean to make sure that they’re gonna have to make me happy before they get to do whatever it is they want with you.”
Neelah lay on the ground where she had landed, keeping still as she listened to the exchange going on above. The man’s choice of words tipped her off. Whatever you two could pay for your hides. He was exactly the sort who’d forget all about a female’s presence, whenever he didn’t have any specific use for her. Just as if she didn’t exist … or couldn’t do something about the situation.
“You forgot something.”
Her voice actually surprised him, as though it had suddenly come from nowhere. The man’s startled gaze swung around and then down to her; that 1 slight movement was echoed in his torso, turning it f toward her. That opened up just enough of an angle for Neelah to dig the points of her elbows into the ground, plant one boot sole flat with her leg bent, and straighten the other leg into a kick straight to the man’s crotch. The look in his eyes showed that he was fully aware of her now.
The man went down, falling heavily on his side, but managing to keep some semblance of control. He jammed the butt of the blaster rifle hard against his ribs as his knees drew up in an instinctive fetal position. His fist squeezed tight on the trigger, getting off a line of fire that coursed within inches of Neelah’s head as she scrambled to her feet and ran toward the others. She had to take another dive to get out of the way as Boba Fett snatched up his own blaster from the pile of equipment he had stacked up while working on the comm unit. Without taking time to aim, Fett laid down a quick series of shots that stitched the ground close to the other figure, now rolling shoulder-first into a sandy hollow. His return fire, desperate and inaccurate, was still enough to drive Fett back toward the rocky hillside.
“In here!” Dengar grabbed Neelah’s forearm and pulled her into the safety of the shallow cave. He pushed her behind himself, then grabbed the blaster rifle that had been propped against the side of the opening. He braced the weapon against himself and started firing. The covering barrage lit up the night, sending hard-edged shadows jittering across the rocks and sand dunes. The shots forced the other man’s head below the lip of his shelter, giving Boba Fett enough time to break off his own fire and sprint, back hunched low, to his companions.
From inside the cave, Neelah and the two bounty hunters heard the raised voice of the man outside. “Phedroi!” He wasn’t shouting to them, but to some other figure, unseen in the surrounding darkness. “Get in on this! Now!”
The command was hardly necessary; his partner, who must have been watching everything all along,
now directed a hot fusillade their way from an angle that gave him a clear shot into the cave’s mouth. Boba Fett fired back as all three of them retreated farther inside.