Tobal landed in the sludge at the bottom of their exit hole with a splash, his hands having slipped on the grapple gun from the blood. With a silent growel to himself, he attempted to clean his hands on his equally dirty robe, but was unable to locate a decently blood-free location to do so.
“Do you see my bow Mat?” he asked, glancing around.
“Yeah, here.” Replied his friend, handing him his weapon. “I almost landed on it coming down.”
Muttering a hasty thank-you, Tobal slipped the strap over his back and adjusted the weapon and its quiver.
“Lets get out of here, those dets will go off any minute.” Said Mat as he started to walk off.
“You got the wires crossed, and the deadbolt put on, right?”
“Yeah.” Replied the walking Mat. “I got it. C’mon.”
The two companions moved out, their pace a steady trot as opposed to their entrance speed of a slow walk. The sludge sloshed all around as they walked, soaking every bit of formally dry clothing they possessed. If not for the therma-suits they wore underneath, they would surly have frozen from the combination of cold sewer water and cold air. As Tobal caught up with Mat, he quickly put his hands out and wiped them on his friends back, removing the blood much to the chagrin of the other man.
“That is disgust…” started Mat, before both men stopped, and stood as if listening.
"Two Jedi have entered the sewer... me and whatever Massassi I can gather will meet them at the end of the Sewer... when they get out... they will have a surprise waiting for them... Noktu out"
Mat cursed under his breath, discovery. Tobal glanced over, his gaze like that of a stone.
“We have the head start Mat, it will be all he can do to keep up. It is also obvious he is but a pupil, for us to have heard his message so easly…”
“Others may have heard as well.”
“There may be more than one on our trail, or more than one waiting for us at the exit.” Said Tobal, completing their combined train of thought.
He thought for a moment, trying to figure out what to do. They could go back, face this pupil and his Massassi guards then exit via a different rout. Or they could make their own exit. Or simply continue on. The choices did not present many bright options. Tobal told Mat of his three theories, expressing his preference to continue on.
“I agree.” Replied his friend.
“Then let us go...” Returned Tobal. “Wait…” he continued. “The detonators should have gone off by now.
“Yes, they should have gone off minutes ago.”
Someone had discovered their explosives, as well as having discovered them.
“Drop the deadbolt Mat, let’s go.”
The two broke into a dead run, with Mat pulling a small remote out of his pocket. Pushing a sequence of keys, he dropped the deadbolt he had installed with his modifications on the back of the cooler. With the bolt down, the power going into the coolant generator would short circuit, blowing the control boards and circuitry inside it. Not as permanent as the detonators, but back-up plans never were.
“Deadbolt dropped, Tobal. It should be shorting now.”
And they ran. Their cover broken, the two opened themselves to the force fully, allowing themselves to feel everything around them, allowing it to empower their legs to run faster than humanly possible.
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