“I do, Master. Have you made progress in the Senate?”
Obi-Wan sighed. “Yes and no. Nothing to report yet. I’m sure there is a connection between Rana Halion and Sano Sauro, but I can’t find it.”
“Rana Halion?”
“Ruler of leria. The leader of the countermovement in that system. I think she might have something to do with Gillam’s disappearance. Keep me informed if you learn anything more, Padawan.”
“Yes, Master.” Anakin frowned as Obi-Wan cut the communication. His Master had not been very forthcoming with information. And he did not seem interested in the secret squad. Anakin had the feeling that Obi-Wan didn’t think they were involved in Gillam’s disappearance.
But Anakin felt differently. And here, he could follow his own rules.
All his life, he had known only two ways to live: as a slave, or as a Jedi. As a young boy on Tatooine he had looked to the Jedi as the most free beings in the galaxy. Even before he knew much about them, he had dreamed of being a Jedi.
But was being a Jedi being free? Or had he traded one form of slavery for another?
The thought was so shocking that Anakin couldn’t face it once he dredged it up. He tucked it away in the place in his mind that he did not visit. It was a place where fear ruled. He never went there, not even in the middle of the night when he woke, his head full of dreams, and did not know where he was or why his mother was not near.
Anakin put his comlink back into his tunic. For the first time since entering the school, returning to comm silence did not make him feel cut off. He was glad not to answer to anyone, even for twenty-four hours. He headed out to find Marit and the squad, where there were no Masters to chide him.
CHAPTER TEN
Frustration boiled inside Obi-Wan. He could not trace a connection between Sano Sauro and Rana Halion. He was working on it; Tyro was working on it. The best researchers at the Temple were working on it, including Jocasta Nu, the Jedi Archivist. Though she usually demanded that Jedi Knights do their own research, she agreed to help Obi-Wan since the matter was so pressing. A young boy’s life could be at stake. The image of Gillam still tore at Obi-Wan’s heart - the way he’d clutched the blanket around his shoulders, the courage he tried to convey.
None of these experts had come up with anything. And Obi-Wan was plagued by the feeling that he was missing something. Something obvious.
He retreated to his private quarters to think. He felt more in need of a Master than Anakin. He wished someone could give him the direction he was looking for.
In his reports from the Leadership School, Anakin had sounded self-sufficient, completely in charge of the situation. Obi-Wan didn’t know if the secret squad was involved in Gillam’s disappearance, but he was proud of his Padawan for infiltrating it so quickly. He just wished he hadn’t heard something in Anakin’s voice that reminded him of his own past. When he had been a Padawan, he had briefly left the Jedi after meeting a rebel group on Melida/Daan called The Young. To him, The Young had passion and commitment and an important cause. When Qui-Gon had forbidden him to stay and help them, he had turned his back on the Jedi. It had made complete sense to him then. He had felt so right - and he had been so wrong.
Inner balance. It took experience to know when the wrong instinct had made it careen off-kilter.
But Anakin was not the same. Being a Jedi meant everything to Anakin.
Obi-Wan returned to his more pressing problem. He stared down at the security report once again. What was he missing? He had a feeling that Qui-Gon would know. His Master was always able to combine emotion with logic to reach the correct conclusion. Find the emotion behind the logic - or the illogic, Qui-Gon would say. If you can’t see the solution, try to see the emotion. But if something seemed logical to Obi-Wan, it was difficult to see the illogical heart of it.
He heard Qui-Gon’s voice clearly in his head If something is not possible, then it did not happen.
Obi-Wan stood up so suddenly that the report slid off his lap. Security wasn’t breached. Gillam never left the academy campus!
He was still there. But was he alive… or dead? And who took him?
Ferus had reported that Reymet had hinted that he knew how to visit places he wasn’t supposed to go within the school campus. What if Reymet wasn’t just trying to impress Ferus? What if Reymet had seen something that night?
Obi-Wan shook his head. It didn’t seem logical that. Reymet would keep silent when the life of a fellow student was at stake. Reymet might be a sneak, but he had no reason to suppose he would support a kidnapper.
Obi-Wan had never attended a regular school, but the Temple was like one in many ways. He thought back to his own training. Why would Reymet keep silent?