[Legacy Of The Force] - 05(64)

“Our source in Coronet confirms that Gejjen’s rescheduled all his engagements for tomorrow,” said Shevu. “It’s on for sure.”

“Timetable?”

“No outbound timings, but he expects to be back in time for a meeting by oh-eight-hundred the next day.”

The displays on the walls showed two sets of charts and data: one was Coruscant, the other Corellia. Ben checked off the list of surveillance points—Omas’s private residence, the security cams from the Senate offices, the handful of private landing pads nearest to both, and a tally of flight plans filed for Vulpter. The Corellian status board also showed recent flight plans logged with that planet as a destination.

“What if Omas breaks his journey somewhere, and doesn’t fly straight to Vulpter?” Ben asked.

“That’s where marrying it up with arrivals and flight plans for Vulpter helps.” Lekauf pointed to a datapad on the table. “Check that out. Even if the flight doesn’t originate from Coruscant, we can run checks to see what’s arriving with Coruscant as its point of departure within that time window.”

“The boring number-crunching stuff,” said Girdun. “Don’t worry, a computer’s narrowing down the choices. Once we spot Omas moving—or even Gejjen—then we put a tail on them. Easier to tail Omas, but we might get a break from Gejjen.”

“How?”

“We have an informant in the Corellian government building. This is the thing about information, Ben. It’s not a case of finding a big X on a chart labeled the secret meeting is here. It’s actually about assembling a lot of apparently routine stuff that’s not secret at all and looking for the patterns.”

Ben watched the flight plans from Coronet appearing on the screen. Any neutral pilot entering Corellian airspace could get access to this. Anybody could get information from ATC on Vulpter. And Coruscant ATC was an open book, available from any dataport. There was a daunting amount of data, but a computer or a droid could sift through it just as they sifted through the thousands of comlink calls to flag those that were worth the scrutiny of flesh and blood. It was just a matter of setting the parameters right.

Ben wasn’t sure why he was here other than to learn the tedious and painstaking side of the job. Shevu and Lekauf seemed to be planning an interception.

“They’re just working out how we get you close enough to Gejjen.” Girdun seemed to assume Ben knew what he was talking about. “And that has to be after he’s finished his meeting with Omas, because the boss wants the evidence of the meeting for the Security Council.”

Revelation dawned. Ben had hoped he’d have more preparation time, but this was it. “We’re doing the hit at the same time as the meeting? Not when he’s on the way back, or—”

“We might not get another chance to take a crack at Gejjen away from his home turf.”

Lekauf beckoned to Ben and made him look inside a fabric holdall leaning against the wall. “Like it?”

Ben couldn’t work out what it was at first, but when he took it from the bag, it turned out to be a rifle with a folding stock. He unfolded it and snapped the stock into place, staring at it in numb realization.

“It’s a modified Karpaki Fifty,” Lekauf said, totally misreading Ben’s reaction to the weapon. “Can’t leave lightsaber marks all over Gejjen, can we? Bit of a giveaway. You’re now going to make a very fast acquaint of a ballistic sniper rifle. Y’know—projectiles.”

“If you’re trying to get me close to Gejjen, why do I need a sniper weapon?”

“In case we can’t. Come on, let’s get in a few hours on the indoor range.”

Ben wondered if it was his last chance to refuse, but he knew he couldn’t. If Shevu was taking part in this—and Shevu was dead straight, a man the other officers described as an old-fashioned land of cop—then it had to be the right thing to do.

Girdun responded to his chirping comlink. It was Zavirk, judging by the side of the conversation that Ben could hear. Girdun slid the comlink back in his pocket, a big grin on his face.

“Intelligence is sending a couple of handlers with Omas,” he said. “Just overheard their arrangements. Oh-five-hundred start, leaving from his private landing pad and transferring to an unmarked Intelligence cutter in Coruscant orbit. Sneaky, eh? But it helps when you know their code names for various VIPs.” He checked his chrono. “If I ever end up back in Intelligence, remind me to make them better. Got to go.”

Shevu raised an eyebrow. “He loves his work.”

“Are you okay with this?” Ben asked.