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fficer in charge asked the bartender a couple of briefquestions. The big man hesitated a moment, then pointed toward a place near theback of the room. As he did so, his eyes widened slightly. Those of the officerwere unreadable. The booth he was pointing to was empty.
Luke and Ben were securing Artoo Detoo in the back of the speeder while Threepiokept a lookout for any additional troops. "If Solo's ship is as fast as his boasting, we should be all right," the old manobserved with satisfaction. "But two thousand—and fifteen more when we reach Alderaan!" "It's not the fifteen that worries me; it's the first two," Kenobi explained. "I'mafraid you'll have to sell your speeder." Luke let his gaze rove over the landspeeder, but the thrill it had once given himwas gone—gone along with other things best not dwelt on. "It's all right," he assured Kenobi listlessly. "I don't think I'll need it again." From their vantage point in another booth, Solo and Chewbacca watched as theImperials strode through the bar. Two of them gave the Corellian a lingering glance.Chewbacca growled once and the two soldiers hurried their pace somewhat.