“You think the key code is the address where they are staying?” Adi asked.
“That’s taking a chance,” Siri said. “Wouldn’t they be afraid the bounty hunter would figure it out?”
“They didn’t know he was here. They just knew he was close. But they had to leave us a hint.”
“Besides,” Obi-Wan said, “he wasn’t sure they were gone for good. He was waiting for them to return.”
As he spoke, he was already accessing the map of Ciran on his datapad. “2N533,” he said. “Without a street name, I’ll have to cross-check… wait…” He looked up. “District 2, 533 North Ascin Street. That’s the only 533 address that’s in the second district and has a north designation. It’s got to be it.”
“The bounty hunter has a head start,” Adi said. “We can’t afford to make a mistake.”
“He is on foot,” Qui-Gon said. “So are we. So we must be faster.”
CHAPTER 4
They ran through the streets, never hesitating, never stopping. Their Jedi training helped them. Obi-Wan was able to memorize the map in seconds. Siri was able to point out shortcuts. Qui-Gon and Adi used the Force to find the easiest way through the crowd.
They saw no sign of the bounty hunter. When they got to the address, Qui-Gon and Adi stopped to study the facade. It was a building of gray stone, appearing identical to the other residences surrounding it.
Qui-Gon crossed the street and stood in front of the door. He raised his hand to push the indicator bell on the intercom.
He felt it before it came. A window flipped open overhead and a large vibroblade swung down. He felt the whistle of the wind against his back as he jumped. Another second and it would have gone through his head.
Obi-Wan sprang forward to help his Master, and Adi and Siri began to move around him, trying to see in the windows by the door.
“There appear to be” - Adi started as darts flew out of a concealed panel - “booby traps.”
“Enough of this,” Qui-Gon muttered. “There isn’t time.” He unsheathed his lightsaber and cut a hole in the door.
An oily, slick substance rolled out and covered the floor, splashing on Qui-Gon. He looked down at his soiled boots.
Blaster fire suddenly pinged from the lift tube. Qui-Gon swung his lightsaber to deflect it, not moving an inch. “We’re Jedi!” he thundered. “Stop this! There’s no time!” The blaster fire stopped.
The door of the lift tube was cracked slightly, the seam open just enough to give someone hiding a narrow view into the room. It opened a few more centimeters.
A boy poked his head out. His hair was red and stuck up in tufts all over his head. His eyes were a vivid green. His narrow, pointed nose twitched. Next to him were a man and woman. They each held blasters, but slowly lowered them as they saw Qui-Gon’s lightsaber.
“We didn’t know,” the woman said.
Qui-Gon sheathed his lightsaber. “We understand.”
“I am Nelia Fry. This is my husband, Grove. And this is Taly.”
The boy pointed to the floor. “If you move, you’ll slip. That’s synthetic oil mixed with soap. My own recipe.”
“I won’t slip,” Qui-Gon said, just as he took a step and slipped sideways. He regained his balance, slipped again, and slid into the lift tube door. His hands slapped against it and his aggrieved face was now centimeters from Talesan’s.
“Sorry?” Taly offered.
Adi Force-leaped over the slippery mess and landed next to Qui-Gon. “We have to leave immediately. A bounty hunter is on your trail. He has this address.”
The family exchanged worried glances. “No matter where we go, he finds us,” Grove Fry said.
“We have an exit plan,” Nelia said. “We have swoop bikes on the roof.”
The Jedi hurried the family aboard the lift tube and it took them swiftly up to the roof.
There were three swoops, fully fueled. “We’ll have to double up,” Qui-Gon said. “Talesan, ride with me.”
“Call me Taly,” the boy said. “I have a feeling we’re going to hang around together for awhile.”
“If you two can fit on this swoop, my Padawan can take the pilot seat, ” Qui-Gon told Nelia and Grove. “We left our ship near the landing platform, in a secure location.”
Just then a transmitter on Grove’s belt blinked rapidly. “Someone else has entered the building,” he said worriedly. “Taly rigged up a silent alarm.”
“He’s here,” Siri said quietly.
“It’s going to take him a few minutes to search,” Qui-Gon said. “Let’s go.”