“And made a bundle of credits,” Tulah said. “Don’t forget that.”
“We do whatever is needed,” Marit said quickly. She gave Rolai a warning glance, as if he’d said too much. “You’ll learn more if you join us. Look, I told you how it works here. They only run the scholarship program so that they’ll look good. They don’t care about us. They won’t help us. No one will. We have to help ourselves. Why should we wait around to get passed over for good jobs when we can start our lives now?”
“I agree,” Anakin said. “But how do you get off campus? You’d have to violate security.”
Marit shook her head. “We’re able to conduct the missions on our free days. We have permission to leave. We just have to be sure to be back in time. And there are ways to trick security.” She grinned at Rolai. “Rolai is our security expert and financial officer. Ze handles communications.”
Ze nodded. “Comlinks, datapads, holo transmissions. Traces and countertraces. There are plenty of frequencies to hide in, if you know how. “
Anakin was impressed. Even he didn’t know how to navigate the complicated process of concealing a transmission origin.
“I’m transportation,” Hurana said. “I get us in and out, and fast.”
Tulah lifted a finger. “I’m battle strategy. But mostly I’m comic relief.”
Tulah spoke lightly, but something in his face told Anakin that his joking was a pose to hide a serious purpose.
“And I research the proposals,” Marit said. “I’m the galactic politics expert.”
“So what am I?” Anakin asked.
“We need someone who knows something about sophisticated air transport like starfighters,” Hurana said. “I know some, but Marit has been watching you, and she says you know more.”
“I don’t know about that,” Anakin said. “But I did grow up fixing engines. So how do you decide what you’re going to do?”
“We consider proposals and vote on them,” Hurana said. “Everyone’s vote is equal.”
“And every decision is unanimous,” Tulah said. “If one of us doesn’t want to take an assignment, we pass on it. You’d get an equal vote, too, fly-guy. Just try to vote with me.”
Unlike the others, Rolai’s look was cool. Anakin had the feeling that he would have to prove himself to the Bothan before he welcomed him. It didn’t bother him. He might feel that way himself with an outsider.
“The kind of assignments we take on are important,” Marit said. “We’re just starting, but already what we can do has spread to the right beings. We’re on the side of justice in the galaxy. The powerful exploit the weak. We try to tip the balance. In one of our last missions we broke into the records of a company that was dumping its toxic garbage on a neighboring planet’s moon. We exposed them and got paid for it. We can get away with a lot because adults tend not to notice kids. They underestimate us.”
Rolai grinned. “Big mistake.”
To his surprise, Anakin found himself liking what he was hearing. It was almost like being a Jedi, but without Masters. No one told the squad what to do. They picked their own missions and were responsible only to themselves.
“Count me in,” he said.
CHAPTER-NINE
Anakin met Ferus at their prearranged spot in the computer lab during their free time before lights out. Most of the students were in their own rooms, studying or talking. No one liked to venture out into the halls at night, no matter how good security was now. The computer lab was open but empty. They spoke in low voices in a corner.
“Reymet keeps dropping hints,” Ferus said without waiting for Anakin to speak. “He says he knows something about some secret goings-on at the school. He even has hinted that it has something to do with Gillam’s disappearance. I know he’s trying to impress me, but I still think he knows something. Maybe about the secret squad. If we could infiltrate it, we’d finally have something to tell Obi-Wan.”
“I did infiltrate it,” Anakin said.
Ferus looked startled. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“You didn’t give me a chance,” Anakin said. As usual, Ferus got under his skin. “It just happened today.”
“How? Who is it? This is great news,” Ferus said approvingly.
Anakin wasn’t sure what annoyed him more - Ferus’s lack of envy at his progress, or the way his approval sounded just a bit condescending, as though Ferus was his Master.
“I was approached by Marit Dice,” Anakin said. “She and her friends are all scholarship students here at the school. That’s the key. They feel that they won’t be treated fairly when it comes to positions after graduation, so they decided to strike out on their own. The school doesn’t help them. They only help the sons and daughters of the important people.”