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the listening device to peel itself from the wall above the booth, zip into the
small room, and alight at the center of the card table.
The Rodian sat back, startled, clearly failing to recognize the artificial bug
as their own device. "A new player joins the game."
One of the Twi'leks raised his open hand to shoulder level. "Not for long."
The Twi'lek's long-nailed hand was halfway toward smashing the flitter when the
human female grabbed hold of his wrist and managed to deflect the downward
strike.
"Hold on," she whispered urgently. "I heard your voice."
"That's because I said something," the Twi'lek said.
"In my earpiece," the woman said, gesturing discreetly. "And now I'm hearing my
voice."
"I'm hearing your voice," the Rodian said, confused.
"What in the name of . . . ."
The Twi'lek allowed his voice to trail off, and all four of the agents sat back
in their stiff wooden chairs, gazing in astonishment at the listening device.
"It's ours," the woman said finally.
The Rodian glanced at her. "What's it doing here?"
Maul called on the Force to move the bug.
"It's crawling around, is what it's doing," one of the Twi'leks said, with a
measure of distress. He glanced over his shoulder at the preoccupied security
men, then at his comrades.
Maul activated the remote control he had tuned to the frequency of the insect
transmitter.
"This comes straight from the Toom clan," the bug sent to the earpieces and
dermal audio patches worn by the conspirators, all of whom traded wide-eyed
looks.
"Here's the long and short of it. Arrant has decided to move against
InterGalactic Ore shipments. No petitioning the senate. He's letting loose a
shooting war. That much has already been decided."
Absorbed in what she was hearing, the woman used her right forefinger to tilt
the ear cuff for clearer reception.
"The Toom clan has a way of settling this-a cure for the disease. InterGal can
level the playing field by employing us to strike at Eriadu. We of the Toom clan
wish to see LL brought down. Someone with real foresight could build a better
organization from the dregs.
"We've been able to learn the hyperspace route Lommite Limited's ships are going
to take to Eriadu, and the precise reentry coordinates. They'll arrive by way of
Rimma 18, and are scheduled to decant from hyperspace at 1300 hours, Eriadu
local time.
"We've been in the trenches. This is our livelihood. We can intervene and
execute the strike. The Tooms have the means to get the job done. No one will
suspect us. We have no scruples about what happens.
"To team up to accomplish this, be willing to spend the credits necessary.
Contact us."
Maul had spent all morning adulterating the recording he had made during the
meeting at Bruit's dwelling, and modifying the resequenced phrases to sound as
if they had been uttered by a single individual. The result appeared to be
having the desired effect. The four agents were continuing to stare at the bug
they themselves had installed. The woman's mouth was slightly ajar, and the