Obi-Wan had felt Qui-Gon’s displeasure with Mace’s decision. It was clear how deeply he disagreed with Mace. Obi-Wan knew that Qui-Gon saw this as a waste of time. But his Master had not come up with an alternative plan, either.
Mace lifted an eyebrow at Qui-Gon. “If you had an idea of Balog’s whereabouts, or a way to find him, we would delay and follow your lead. But until then, the only course open to us is to gather information.”
Obi-Wan glanced at Qui-Gon. His Master had not told Mace about the probe droids he’d sent out to find Balog. It was one thing to break the laws of a planet because a Jedi was in immediate danger of death. It was another to employ them in tracking a citizen of the planet where they were illegal. He wasn’t sure how Mace would react, which was most likely why Qui-Gon did not tell him. The Jedi were already on uncertain footing on the planet.
Mace and Bant left the room. The tension did not dissolve. Qui-Gon paced, brooding. Clearly, he did not want to talk.
Manex’s protocol droid once again hovered in the doorway. “So sorry to intrude. Another visitor. She says you know her, so I took the liberty. Her name is Yanci.”
“Yanci? Show her in, please,” Obi-Wan said, surprise in his voice. Yanci was the Rock Worker medic who had fixed his leg after a rock had crushed it. She had come after them and begged for their help in resisting an Absolute attack on their settlement. Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon had returned with her, but it was too late. Every man, woman, and child had been killed. Yanci’s terrible grief still burned in Obi-Wan’s memory.
Yanci entered the room. Obi-Wan could see at once that she had changed in the course of two days. The massacre of her fellow Workers along with the death of the man she loved had etched sorrow into her features. Her eyes were different. He could see the loss there.
For the first time since Tahl’s death, Qui-Gon’s distraction lifted and he truly seemed to focus on another person. It was as though the two recognized each other immediately as fellow sufferers. He moved forward and took her hand. “It is good to see you,” he murmured.
She stared into his face. “I heard about Jedi Knight Tahl. You have my deepest sympathy.”
He pressed her hand, then dropped it. Obi-Wan saw that Qui-Gon did not need words with Yanci.
She turned to Obi-Wan. “And how is that leg?”
“All healed, thanks to you.”
“And you. I have great respect for the Jedi powers of recuperation. I am sorry to come at such a time. I’m living with the Workers in the city now.” Yanci’s voice lowered. “I heard something that I thought might help you. It is about a Worker named Oleg.”
Obi-Wan’s senses sharpened. Oleg was the Worker who they believed had the list of Absolute informers. He had been seen with Tahl, which was why Balog suspected that he had passed off the list to her. Instead, he had disappeared.
“I heard that Balog is chasing Oleg,” Yanci went on. “I don’t know why, and I don’t need to know. But I recognized that name. Several weeks ago, the Rock Workers were contacted by the Workers in the city. They asked if they could send a Worker to us who needed to go into hiding. It was Oleg. He had infiltrated the Absolutes and needed a place to hide once his mission was completed. They weren’t sure when he would be coming. We agreed, of course. Later we got word that his cover had been blown and that he was being sent immediately. But he never showed up. We were concerned and searched the quarries, but we don’t think he ever left the city. Then we ourselves were attacked. As you know.”
“Thank you for coming to us,” Qui-Gon said.
Obi-Wan could hear the disappointment in his voice. He felt disappointed as well. The information was interesting, but not very helpful. It didn’t lead them any closer to Balog.
“But that is not all I have come to tell you,” Yanci said. “There was a reason the Workers were sending him to us. They knew that I had training in a specific medical condition that Oleg has. He got it as a result of being imprisoned by the Absolutes years ago. It’s a form of hibernation sickness that recurs regularly, requiring treatment. I happen to be able to provide treatment because several of our Rock Workers had the same syndrome. But there are only a few med clinics in the city that can treat it. So I thought… I thought it would be a way to track Oleg, if you were looking for him. It could be a way to find Balog.”
Yanci reached inside her cloak and took out a durasheet. She handed it to Qui-Gon. “Here is a list of the clinics.”
Obi-Wan felt his spirits rise. If they could track Oleg, no doubt they would find Balog. Qui-Gon appeared frozen, transfixed by the list in his hand.