looked at Mon Mothma. "Mon Mothma?"
"I agree," the other said. "Councilor Fey'lya, you'll speak to Admiral Drayson at once about assigning an Escort Frigate and two X-wing squadrons to this mission. Preferably a ship already here at Coruscant; we don't want anyone outside the system to get even a hint of what we're doing."
Fey'lya inclined his head slightly. "As you wish. Will tomorrow morning be sufficiently early?"
"Yes." Mon Mothma looked at Karrde. "We'll need the fleet's coordinates."
"Of course," Karrde agreed. "I'll supply them tomorrow morning."
Fey'lya snorted. "Let me remind you, Captain Karrde-"
"Unless, of course, Councilor," Karrde continued smoothly, "you'd prefer I leave Coruscant tonight and offer the location to the highest bidder."
Fey'lya glared at him, his fur flattening. But there was nothing he could do about it, and he knew it. "In the morning, then," he growled.
"Good," Karrde nodded. "If that's all, then, I believe I'll return to my quarters and rest awhile before dinner."
He looked across at Leia : and suddenly, there was something different in his face or his sense. She nodded fractionally, and his gaze slid unconcernedly away from her as he stood up. "Mon Mothma; Councilor Fey'lya," he said, nodding to each in turn. "It's been interesting."
"We'll see you in the morning," Fey'lya said darkly.
A faintly sardonic smile touched Karrde's lips. "Of course.
"Then I declare this meeting adjourned," Mon Mothma said, making it official.
"Let's go," Leia murmured to Han as the others began collecting their data cards together.
"What's going on?" he murmured back.
"I think Karrde wants to talk," she told him. "Come on-I don't want to get bogged down here talking to Mon Mothma."
"Yeah, well, you go on," Han