'A fellow what!' Obi-Wan asked.
Den peered out the curtain. 'Those security police could be here for me. I thought they were looking for me in the Katharsis Dome, too. Not that I'm a criminal, exactly. I'm more like a… facilitator.'
'And why should we believe you?' Obi-Wan asked.
'Um, let's review. Because you're a criminal, too?' Den stepped back from the curtain. 'You can put away those saber things. I've got a way out.'
Obi-Wan exchanged a glance with Qui-Gon. Qui-Gon shrugged. What else could they do? Better to trust Den a little longer than to tangle with twenty security officers.
Den led them down the hallway to the kitchen. He hurried to a panel in the wall and pushed it open. 'After you,' he said to Obi-Wan.
A foul smell rose in Obi-Wan's nostrils. 'The garbage chute?'
'Do you have a better idea?' Den asked. 'Okay, if you insist, I'll go first.'
He swung himself into the small space and then let go. They heard the sound of banging and a small ow! Then Den's voice came to them hollowly.
'Uh, not that I want to tell two Jedi what to do, but you might want to speed it up.'
Obi-Wan swung into the chute and let go. He bumped down past the remnants of rotten vegetables and food. His hand slid in something slimy, and then he tumbled out onto a large bin full of garbage. A moment later, Qui-Gon slid out next to him.
'That was a treat,' Qui-Gon said, picking a rotten leaf off his tunic. 'Thanks.'
'My pleasure. This way,' Den urged.
They climbed out of the garbage bin and followed Den through a hallway that was lined with shelves crammed with food tins. 'Fifty years ago Telos had a famine,' Den explained. 'My landlady was only ten at the time, but she never forgot it. She's crazier than I am.'
At last the dark hallway ended at a slanted door. 'This will bring us up into the gardens,' Den explained in a whisper. 'It doesn't look as though it belongs to the house, so ten to one they won't have it surrounded.'
'Ten to one?' Qui-Gon asked.
'Good odds!' Den assured him. 'Look, you still don't trust me? Kill me now. Go ahead. Put me out of my misery. Run me through with that glowy tube thing if I'm wrong. No? Okay, come on.'
Qui-Gon shot an amused look at Obi-Wan, which Obi-Wan answered with a frown. He didn't know why Qui-Gon always seemed to give his trust to the scoundrels they met. Yet when it came to Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon was strict and unbending.
Den eased open the slanted door overhead. They climbed up a short flight of stairs and slipped outside. They were surrounded by tall rows of a green-leafed plant.
Den jerked his head to indicate which way they should go. They could hear the security police kicking in the doors of the rooming house as they quickly made their way through the rustling plants, trying not to stir the leaves any more than the wind did.
When they reached the end of the field, Den hesitated.
'What do we do now?' Obi-Wan asked.
Suddenly, blaster fire ripped into the row of plants to their right.
'Um, let me think. Run?' Den suggested.
They took off, zigzagging through the remaining fields. Qui-Gon glanced back and saw the security police giving chase.
'We have a good lead,' Den shouted. 'We can outrun them. At least they're not on speeder bikes.'
Just then, three speeder bikes took off after them.
'Oops,' Den panted.
'Activate your lightsaber!' Qui-Gon called to Obi-Wan.
They did not slow their pace, keeping up with Den. The Force told them when to turn back and deflect the fire with their lightsabers.
Den zigzagged down a maze of alleys. The speeder bikes gained on them. 'Just hang on, almost there,' he called back.
They came to a field with a drainage pipe rising out of the grass. Den flattened himself and crawled in. Quickly, Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon followed. The speeder bike engines buzzed angrily overhead. Blaster fire peppered the pipe but did not penetrate the metal.
'This goes underground and leads into a basement nearby,' Den said. 'They'll never find us.'
'You said that before,' Obi-Wan grunted.
'I said ten-to-one,' Den corrected. 'I'll give you better odds this time.'
On their hands and knees, they crawled through rusty water with a skin of muck on top.
'Den, what used to drain through this pipe?'
Qui-Gon asked. The smell was worse than the garbage chute.
'Don't ask,' Den said cheerfully.
