He watched as the Supreme Chancellor stepped back and entered his personal transport. He sped off toward the Senate. The others Senators followed. There was a debate to attend.
The Blue and Red Guards, Palpatine's personal guards, slowly guided the vehicle to the great open doors of the vault of the Core Bank. Obi-Wan felt a murmur go through the crowd. Dex was right. There was nothing like a huge fortune to cause beings to swoon.
And still there was no sign of trouble. Obi-Wan saw Siri through the crowd. She shrugged. Anakin had his gaze fixed on the vault.
Obi-Wan's comlink signaled. It was Tyro. "Anything?" Obi-Wan asked.
"That speech he's practicing… did you get to that yet? Any impressions?"
"He needs a speechwriter."
"Yes, it's awful, but did you get the subject?"
"No, I couldn't figure out what he was talking about. It didn't make sense."
"That's what worries me."
Obi-Wan watched the Guards move into the building. "So what's your point?"
"Well, what's his point, that's the question. Obi-Wan, this may be off-base, but…"
Obi-Wan noticed that one of the Blue Guards had a torn hem. Unusual for these guards. They took their position as personal guards to Palpatine seriously.
Torn hem. Blue thread.
"Later, Tyro." Obi-Wan snapped his comlink shut and vaulted through the crowd. Anakin caught his movement.
"The guards!" he bellowed.
And then they were all moving — Anakin, Siri, Ferus, as the durasteel doors began to slide shut on the vault.
Obi-Wan leaped. He slammed against the vault door, then squeezed himself inside, nearly leaving his foot behind as the door clanged shut.
Anakin was above him, timing his own leap to slither through the doors as they closed.
Obi-Wan landed on the floor and tackled the Blue Guard in front of him. The helmet was knocked off, and he looked into the face of Roper Slam.
"Not you again!" Slam groaned.
Anakin tackled the next guard. It was Slam's sidekick, Valadon.
"This was supposed to be easy!" Slam yelped.
Valadon struggled to release herself from Anakin's grip. "What happened to that Zone? We weren't supposed to meet any resistance!"
"We've been double-crossed," Slam said. He didn't struggle with Obi- Wan. He sat cross-legged on the floor, then tried to rip off the robe in angry frustration.
Siri and Ferus ran in through the interior door of the vault, followed by anxious-looking officials and part of the security force.
"It's all right," Obi-Wan said. "You can take them into custody."
"There wasn't even an attempt to hit the water system," Siri said.
"You see? Double-crossed," Slam said, slumping down.
"Another two minutes and we would have been out of here with the vertex," Valadon said.
"Everything depends on minutes, Val," Slam said. "We live and die on minutes."
Minutes, Obi-Wan thought.
Bog is going to be six minutes late for the debate.
To make himself more important? Or was there another reason?
Now only one of us can lead us through the valley of fear to the mountaintop of solidarity..
It doesn't make sense. That's what worries me…
The truth blazed a path inside his brain. Bog was practicing a nominating speech. A speech he would deliver sometime today.
The heist was yet another diversion.
The nominating speech was for Sano Sauro to take over as Supreme Chancellor.
The real mission was to assassinate Supreme Chancellor Palpatine.
Chapter Sixteen
Anakin's head whipped around. One moment Obi-Wan was there, standing over Roper Slam, and the next, he was gone.
Anakin whirled and charged out the door of the vault, into the Core Bank building itself. He was just in time to see his Master racing out the front door.
Anakin put on a burst of speed. Obi-Wan was doing three things at once. He leaped over four chatting security officers straight onto an unattended swoop, even while he slipped his comlink out of his belt and spoke rapidly into it. At the same time, he started the swoop engine.
Anakin jumped onto an empty swoop and revved the engine, lifting into the sky just as a security officer yelled, "Hey!"
Within seconds, he had caught up to his Master.
"What's up?" Anakin asked easily, even though they were going the wrong way down a space lane.
Obi-Wan went into a screeching dive to avoid a crowded airbus. When Anakin caught up, he said, "I think Omega's real goal is to use the Zone at the Senate and assassinate Palpatine. I've already tried to call Senate security, but I can't get through. All of security is caught up in the ceremony."
"Which is probably what he's counting on. We'd better hurry, then."
Anakin pushed the speed on his swoop. Obi-Wan did the same.
They looped, dove, and flew flat-out, dipping out of the space lane to do some highly illegal flying over the pedestrian walkways leading to the Senate. Obi-Wan leaped off the swoop as it was still flying and held out a hand, using the Force to guide it to a safe stop. Anakin followed.
They ran into the Senate building, past the enormous statues. As he ran, Obi-Wan contacted Siri and told her what he suspected., "I'll contact Master Windu and head to the Senate. We'll need backup.
The head of security is here, I'll talk to him."
"Do what you can." Obi-Wan shoved his comlink into his belt.
"How do you think they'll do it?" Anakin asked as they ran along the elevated walkway leading to Palpatine's private office.
"They'll use the Zone to impair the opposition Senators. They will have figured out a way to target them somehow, maybe by inviting them to the meeting first. That's why Bog is going to be late. Then they'll call for a vote and oust the Jedi Order. In the meantime, they'll assassinate Palpatine."
"So they will have eliminated Jedi interference and Palpatine in one day," Anakin said.
"And Sano Sauro will be Supreme Chancellor."
They raced into Palpatine's outer office. Sly Moore gazed at them forbiddingly, her pale eyes showing her disapproval. "Not another emergency meeting. The Supreme Chancellor is busy."
"This is life or death," Obi-Wan told her.
She hesitated a fraction of an instant. "He has already gone to the Jedi vote in the Senate. He took the South Corridor!" she shouted after them as they ran.
They raced down the hallways. They couldn't be too late. They couldn't let Omega win.
Ahead they saw Palpatine walking. Obi-Wan skidded up to him and pushed him into an empty meeting room. When he touched his arm, he was shocked at how thin the Supreme Chancellor was. Yet his arm was like a braiding of durasteel, ropy and strong. Something clanged along Obi-Wan's nerves, some feeling, some instinct that made him want to recoil. He felt dread well up in him, and he wondered if he was too late, after all. Perhaps there was something he had not seen. Was he missing something? Obi-Wan felt suddenly confused.