"You have to face it, Han. We're just too good at what we do."
Han snorted. But some of the tension left his face. "Yeah. Right."
"More to the point, I guess, we're on the list of people Leia knows she can trust," Luke continued more seriously. "Until we find that information tap the Empire's got into the Imperial Palace, that list is going to stay pretty short."
"Yeah." Han grimaced. "Someone told me the Imperials call it Delta Sourse. You got any ideas who or what it might be?"
Luke shook his head. "Not really. Got to be close in to the Assemblage, though. Maybe even to the Council. One thing's for sure-we'd better get busy and find it."
"Yeah." Han stirred and reached for the hyperdrive levers. "Get ready :"
He pulled the levers; and a moment later they were again in the blackness of deep space. "Here we are," Han announced.
"Right." Luke looked around, an involuntary shiver running up his back. "Dead center in the middle of nowhere."
"Should be a familiar feeling for you," Han suggested, keying for a sensor scan.
"Thanks," Luke said, "but getting stuck between systems with a d,e,ad hyperdrive isn't something I want to get familiar with."
"I didn't mean that," Han said innocently as he keyed the comm. "I was talking about Tatooine. Wedge?"
"Right here," the other's voice came over the "Looks like we've got a target at oh-four-seven mark one-six-six," Han told him. "You ready to fly?"
"Ready and eager."
"Okay." Han took a last look out the viewport and keyed the cargo hatch release. "Go."
Luke craned his neck to look in the direction Han had indicated. At first all he could see was the normal scattering of stars, achingly bright against the total blackness around them. And then he saw them: the softer glow of a ship's running