"A simple mission, right? That's all it was supposed to be. A simple mission. Well, point proven wrong! This was not simple, in fact no where close to the word!" Ezra's thoughts spoke to himself, all while his arms tugged him through the narrow vents. "I swear these vents are getting smaller."

"Specter six, are you inside?" Hera's voice was usually calm and soothing, but instead her words were quick and stressed. Ezra turned to the comm and began to speak into it.

"Yeah, almost." He scurried through the last portion and dropped into the hallway, quickly sealing the vent door back up. He looked around, and making sure there weren't any guards, ran down to the cell block. On the way, he ran into a black painted Chopper, who whistled and beeped at him in annoyance. "Oh shut up Chop. Now plug in and open the doors."

"Beep boop beep," he responded and plugged in, doing exactly what he was told to for once. Seconds ticked by, and the door opened, revealing a very distraught Kanan.

"What too you so long?" he asked, clearly annoyed and somewhat angry.

"Sorry, vent problems," Ezra quickly answered. Now was not the time to argue with his master. Quickly, they made their way down the hallway and around the corners.

"Specter 2, this is Specter 1, do you copy?"

"I copy Specter 1, over," Hera said.

"We're almost to the computer room. Tell Specter 4 and 5 they need to be ready when I give the signal," Kanan answered.

"Will do Specter 1. And Kanan…be careful." Kanan perked at that. They never used real names over the comm's. But right now, he could understand why she did it, and right now he needed it.

"You to Hera." And with that he put his comm away, switching hands to grab his lightsaber. Ezra did the same, as well as letting himself tug on the small padawan braid that clang to his hair. This was his stress reliever for the moments he needed it. Why was he stressed? It was not the mission, it was not the danger surrounding it, it was…Kanan.

Kanan was the cause of his stress, and he knew it. Kanan did not however, and it ached Ezra bad to see his Master not know that he was the cause of why he was failing. Suddenly, the sound of his Master speaking caught his attention.

"Just make sure you get the locks on auto, we don't need the Empire knowing we were here," he was saying. Ezra nodded dumbly and did what he was told, setting the locks on auto. What he had missed, was to check the auto alarm that came on when the locks did. They both entered the computer room, and in the matter of 5 seconds, all the guards were knocked out and on the ground.

"Uh, Kanan? There's…there's something we need to…"

"Not now Ezra, this is a really bad time," Kanan said automaticly, trying to force the crates around. Ezra just nodded his head and waited as Kanan finished up. They came up to the computers and his Master placed a data chip into the slot, beginning to download all the info onto it.

It had almost finished when… BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP! The alarm screamed. Both Ezra and Kanan looked up, panic stricken, as they heard the stomping of troopers outside the door. "What did you do?! I told you to check the auto alarm!" Kanan yelled at his padawan.

"Open up in there!" A trooper shouted from outside. 85% downloading complete.

"I thought I did!" Ezra yelled back. 90% complete.

"Well you didn't!" Kanan yelled back. Suddenly, he stopped and looked at his padawan. His padawan was near tears, and why? Because they were fighting.

"I said open up!" The trooper yelled again. 95% complete.

"Ezra…I'm…" Kanan stuttered. 100% complete! At that moment, the door came down and troopers piled in. Without even thinking, Kanan grabbed the data chip and hooked his saber together, standing in a protective stance in front of his padawan.

"Well well, if it isn't Jarrus. So good to see you again," Agent Kallus said, walking in behind the troopers. On instinct, Kanan put a protective hand around Ezra, shielding him and they slowly crept back.

"I'm afraid the feeling isn't mutual, Kallus." A little more ting of hate was attached to that last word. Kallus smiled, and drew a blaster.

"Hand over the data chip Jarrus, or the boy's dead meat."

"Over my dead body!" Kanan growled, bringing his saber up. Ezra's hand was already attached to his saber, but hadn't activated it yet.

"That…can be arranged." The words stung Kanan, and before he knew it, troopers were blasting at him, full force.