[Jedi Quest] - 05(13)

“Tyro,” Obi-Wan said with great patience, “please, get to the point.”

“He’s meeting Rana Halion secretly,” Tyro said in a rush.

“Now?”

“I think so. I’m following her right now, and she’s heading to a place he’s used for secret meetings in the past. It’s just a hunch, but - “

“Tell me where,” Obi-Wan demanded.

Tyro gave him the directions. Obi-Wan rushed out of the Temple. He took one of the Temple’s speeders and raced through the jammed space lanes of Coruscant, diving several hundred levels below to a grassy quad surrounded by stores and cafŠs. He parked the speeder and quickly hurried to the prearranged spot where Tyro was waiting.

Tyro sat in a crowded cafŠ under an awning that cast deep shade. From here he had a view of the quad seating. With a nod at Tyro, Obi-Wan sat next to him and surveyed the area.

It was a wise choice of location for a secret meeting, he thought. The many stores and cafŠs made for crowded passageways. There were numerous entrances and exits, and several busy space lanes converged nearby. Glass turbolifts connected to levels above and below. If someone needed to get lost quickly, it would be easy to do.

“There she is,” Tyro said in a low tone. “Right on schedule.”

Obi-Wan looked curiously at Rana Halion. He had studied her image in her docs, but she appeared more commanding in person. Dressed to blend with the crowd, she was wearing a brown traveler’s cloak with a hood. She was a tall, lanky humanoid with white hair cut short and twisted into spikes. Wide gold cuffs encircled each strong wrist. Even from this distance, he noted the intensity of her eyes, a blue so light they were almost colorless.

She strolled around the quad, glancing in shop windows. To a casual passerby, she appeared to be window-shopping. But Obi-Wan saw how her glance continually darted to the seats on the quad. She was definitely waiting for someone.

Tyro ordered a round of drinks so that they wouldn’t be conspicuous. Obi-Wan sipped his juice, alert for any sign of Sano Sauro. The minutes ticked by.

He could see the impatience in Rana Halion’s walk. Her hands twisted together, then relaxed. She sat for several minutes, then got up to stroll again.

“Where is he?” Obi-Wan asked.

“I don’t know,” Tyro fretted. “I’m certain he’s meeting her. it’s too much of a coincidence, her being in this place. You’d think if you go to all the trouble of putting someone under surveillance that they would cooperate. How can Sauro do this to us? it’s like he knows we’re here.”

Obi-Wan suppressed a groan. He held out his hand. “Let me see your comlink.”

Tyro handed it to him. “What is it?”

Obi-Wan took out his own comlink and contacted Aiam Syk at the Temple. “Can you run a trace on this?” he asked, reading off the data from Tyro’s comlink.

Within seconds, Alam answered, “It’s got a trace on it. Coming from… the Senate. Hang on..” Obi-Wan heard data keys clicking. Alam could trace any signal. ”    Hmmm. Do you know a Senator Sano Sauro? It looks like he’s interested in what Tyro Caladian is up to.”

Obi-Wan tossed the comlink back to Tyro. “There’s your answer. I suggest that you do a routine sweep of your comlink transmission security in the future.”

“I was never important enough before to need to do so,” Tyro said. “I guess that’s a good sign.”

“Except that we lost our chance to trap Sauro,” Obi-Wan said.

Across the quad, a disgusted Rana Halion strode off and hailed an air taxi.

“What next?” Tyro asked. “I doubt Sauro will use any of the usual places again.”

“Which is why it’s time to confront him directly,” Obi-Wan said. “Time is running out for Gillam.”

Sano Sauro was at a Senate function attended by many dignitaries. Obi-Wan and Tyro slipped easily into the crowd. Obi-Wan spotted Sano Sauro and made his way over to listen. Tyro joined a group surrounding Berm Tarturi.

“So glad you could join us after all,” a Senator was saying to Sauro. “The commemoration of the dedication of the plaque on the south-facing wall of the main north-south corridor of the northeast wing of Complex Bis an important step forward in promoting the harmony of the galaxy.”

“I agree,” Sauro said smoothly. “Another plaque with a quotation concerning the necessity for peace will certainly heal the many bloody, savage conflicts.”

The other Senator proudly puffed out his scaly green cheeks. “The artisans of my home system were responsible for the plaque.”

“Then I am doubly sure it will do its job,” Sauro answered. There was no trace of irony in his tone, Obi-Wan noted, but Sauro managed to convey it. Yet the apparent sincerity of his tone would make it difficult to challenge him. So did his impassive expression. The skin was stretched so tightly over the bones of his face that he rarely registered an emotion.