Obi-Wan scanned the sky. “Surveillance will be heaviest around here. Once we get into the Civilized Sector, the probe droids might give up.”
“Stay between us, and stay close,” Qui-Gon told her.
They made their way cautiously out from the glowing glass columns, then into the flow of pedestrians. Gradually it became clear that the passersby had a destination.
“They are heading somewhere,” Qui-Gon murmured.
“Probably a demonstration,” Tahl guessed.
The demonstration turned out to be only a few blocks ahead. The crowd all turned toward the small park where Workers were massing. Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, and Tahl were left alone.
“We could hide in the crowd,” Qui-Gon said in a low tone.
“But we would just have to leave it later,” Obi-Wan said.
“Maybe the probe droids will give up.”
“No,” Tahl said. “The Absolutes never give up.”
“I say we go now,” Qui-Gon said. “It’s not far to the Civilized Sector and Roan. The kidnappers could be contacting him at anytime. He has agreed to a Jedi presence.”
“I agree,” Tahl said, and Obi-Wan nodded.
Quickly they turned away from the demonstration and headed toward the Civilized Sector. They had gone a short distance when Qui-Gon felt a presence.
“I feel it,” Tahl said.
“Something is nearby,” Obi-Wan agreed.
The probe droid zoomed into view, flying lower to get a fix on the three. Qui-Gon leaped up without warning, slashing out with his activated lightsaber. The probe droid crashed to the ground, smoking.
“There will be more now,” Tahl muttered.
They quickened their pace. Soon three probe droids approached. Blaster fire erupted around them. Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan kept close to Tahl, moving forward while deflecting the fire.
Qui-Gon was worried. If more probe droids arrived, he and Obi-Wan would not be able to deflect that much firepower. Already their pace had to slow to protect Tahl and ensure her safety.
“I can get above them on that ledge,” Obi-Wan said. “Can you cover Tahl while I do?”
“Yes,” Qui-Gon said. It was their only hope. He was glad his Padawan’s sharp eyes had seen the building ahead.
Obi-Wan shot out his liquid cable launcher and within seconds had gained the ledge high above. Even as the launcher propelled him through the air, he slashed at a probe droid that was zeroing in on Tahl. He cleaved it in two and it sputtered as it spiraled below to the ground.
One of the two remaining droids zoomed up to focus on Obi-Wan while the other continued to fire at Tahl. Obi-Wan hung from his launcher and pushed off against the building with his feet. He swung out toward the droid and attacked, missing it by centimeters. He used his feet to kick off the building again, propelling himself higher and farther. Unused to this unorthodox action from a being it was tailing, the probe droid circled, beeping. Obi-Wan slashed at it, destroying some of its circuits. It began to act erratically, circling and diving. On his next swing, Obi-Wan cut it apart.
Qui-Gon saw Obi-Wan demolish the droid, but he was busy with the remaining one. “There are some durasteel garbage bins ahead,” he told Tahl. “I’m going to push you behind them and go after the droid.”
In a few steps, he pushed Tahl down behind the bins, then leaped up on top of them. Obi-Wan saw his action and quickly ran closer on the ledge, still attached to his cable launcher. As Qui-Gon leaped high, Obi-Wan released the cable to fly down. They caught the probe droid between them and each struck a strong blow. Tumbling, on fire, the probe droid smashed into the pavement below.
Obi-Wan leaped lightly to the ground as Qui-Gon landed and reached for Tahl. The three now began to run. They did not tire and did not stop until they passed into the Civilized Sector, where the population now thronged the streets. They would be safe among them.
“I can honestly say I couldn’t have done it without you,” Tahl said, panting.
They pushed on to the Institute of Government Service. They hurried inside toward Roan’s office. They burst in, but it was empty. His assistant came running in after them.
“You can’t - oh, please excuse me. I didn’t realize you were the Jedi.”
“Where is Roan?” Qui-Gon asked.
“He has gone to a meeting.”
“What meeting?”
The assistant hesitated.
“We are in Roan’s confidence, as you know,” Qui-Gon said. “Has he gone to meet the kidnappers?”
The assistant nodded.
Qui-Gon strode to the window, exhaling his irritation against the glass. This was unfortunate.
He did not trust the kidnappers. Roan could have been the real target all along.
Tahl questioned the assistant sharply, but it was clear he did not know where Roan had gone or any details of the meeting.