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hard enough." Her words chilled him. "We don't know what caused this. Come on.
Let me get you help." "No," she said. "My friends are dying in there." "You've
done all you can." "Don't be stubborn," she said.
"I'm not the one-!" He bit back the words. He couldn't stand here and
argue with her. She couldn't hear. She'd win. He scooped her into his arms.
She was light and warm. "You're coming with me," he said.
"I can't, Han," she said, but she didn't struggle. "I'm fine. Really." "I
don't want you to die because you don't know when to quit," he said as he
stepped past the wounded.
Either her hearing was coming back or she could read lips. "I'm not going
to die," she said.
His heart was pounding against his chest. He cradled her close. "Lady, I
wish I were as sure of that as you are."

Jarril stopped running when he reached the hangars. He had seen activity
all around the flight bases, but he figured it wouldn't reach his ship yet.
He was right.
Although he probably didn't have much time.
He had left the ship, the Spicy Lady, in the far corner of the hangar,
behind two larger ships. The Spicy Lady was small but distinctive. Brown,
shaped like the Millennium Falcon crossed with an A-wing, she was of Jarril's
own special design. She was built for carrying cargo, but if things got
difficult, he could jettison the storage unit and let the fighter ship move on
its own. The fighter could be remote-operated; he could lead a pursuer on a
wild-goose chase with the fighter while in reality he was on the storage ship
with all the cargo. He had only had to use that scenario once, and fortunately
he'd been able to recover the fighter part of the ship later.
He was never so relieved to see anything in his life.
He had to get off Coruscant before they put a clamp on space travel. And
they would, once the source of that explosion was located. He had to get back
to the Run before anyone noticed he was missing. He was afraid someone already
had.
This part of the hangar appeared to be empty. Odd. If he were in charge
of Coruscant, he would close down access to and from the planet immediately.
But the New Republic did things democratically, not logically.
He only hoped he had piqued Han's interest enough. They wouldn't have
another chance at a conversation.
He hurried across the platform to his ship. Then he dropped the ramp and
climbed in. It felt strange to enter an empty ship. Usually he traveled with
Seluss, a Sullustan. They had started in the business together. Seluss was
supposed to cover for him while he was gone.
The Spicy Lady smelled of cool processed air. He had left the interior
pressurized, a mistake he didn't usually make. This time it didn't matter,
though. It would be easier for him to leave.
He would pilot out of the storage section. Safer. If the Coruscant
command gave him any troubles, he would separate the sections and let them
worry about the fighter while the storage unit escaped. He had just slid into
the pilot's chair when he heard something behind him.
He stiffened but did not turn. He might have been mistaken about the
sound.