"JAMES LUCENO. SABOTEUR" - читать интересную книгу автора

"You were right about things getting worse," Arrant said when Bruit entered the
office, muddy and in his stocking feet.
"I was also right about InterGalactic. The guidance droids show exactly what we
expected to find."
A grim expression marred Arrant's handsome face. "This has gone far enough," he
said after a moment. "Bruit, you know that I'm a patient man, and basically a
peaceful one. I've tolerated these acts of vandalism and sabotage, but I've
reached my limit. The loss of those two shuttles . . . . Look. Corellian
Engineering just turned to InterGalactic for a shipment we couldn't provide-no
doubt, just as InterGalactic anticipated would happen."
"It won't happen again," Bruit interjected. "I've shut down the launch zones,
and I'm bringing in replacement crews."
"You have one day," Arrant said.
Bruit gaped at him.
"Eriadu has placed major orders with us and InterGalactic," Arrant explained.
"We're expected to deliver by the end of the week, which gives us just enough
time to get the barges loaded and jumped to hyperspace. This is a make-or-break
contract, Bruit, and Eriadu is going to award it to whichever one of us can
deliver on time and without incident. LL needs to get there first, do you
understand?"
Bruit nodded. "I'll have the shuttles up and running in one day."
"That's only the beginning," Arrant said carefully. "It's a sure bet you're not
going to root out the saboteurs by then, so instead of that I want you to
arrange for us to reply in kind to InterGalactic's actions." He waited for Bruit
to absorb his intent. "I want to hit them hard, Bruit. But I don't want us to do
the hitting directly."
Bruit considered it. "I suppose we could turn to one of the criminal
organizations. Black Sun, maybe."
Arrant waved his hands in a gesture of dismissal. "That's your area of
expertise. The less I know about it, the better. I just don't want us to be in a
position where we can be blackmailed afterward."
"Then we're better off using freelancers."
"Do whatever you need to do-and no matter what the cost."
Bruit took a breath. "I've a feeling that Dorvalla isn't going to be the same
from this point on."

Dressed in a lightweight utility suit and a black overcloak, its hood raised
against teeming rain, Darth Maul strode down the main street of the company town
Lommite Limited had assembled in the midst of what had once been a trackless
tropical forest. Beneath the cloak, he wore his double-bladed lightsaber hooked
to his belt, within easy reach should he need it. Dorvalla's gravity was
slightly less than what he was accustomed to, so he moved with an extra measure
of grace.
A grid of permacrete streets, the town was a warren of prefabricated domes and
rickety wooden structures, many of them lacking transparisteel in their windows.
Music spilled from the entrances to cantinas and eateries, and folks of all
description meandered tipsily down the raised walkways. The place had the
feeling of frontier towns throughout the outlying star systems, with the routine
mix of aliens, humanoids, and older-generation droids; sterility and
contamination; repulsorlift vehicles operating alongside four- and six-legged