Getting into the security monitoring center on Cloud City was easy. The staff took one look at his armor and his blasters and decided to take an early lunch.

Vader was busy setting up his little ambush, but Boba preferred to be here. Watching. Lando put on a good show for the Imperials, but he and Han Solo went way back. Someone had to keep an eye on him.

He tracked their progress through the corridors as Lando played tour guide, catching bits and pieces of their conversation. The audio receptors were a little spotty, but their body language said enough. The princess was wary, the Wookiee was impatient, and Han was clearly relieved to find a safe harbor.

"Listen to you," He said to Lando at one point. "You sound like a businessman, a responsible leader. Who'd have thought that, huh?" Lando smiled, but to Boba's eyes the expression looked a little strained.

"You know, seeing you sure brings back a few things."

They moved on, out of the receptors range. The protocol droid was lagging behind, but Boba wanted to stay on Lando, so he switched feeds as the group stopped at an observation deck overlooking the manufacturing level. The princess seemed interested.

"There's a couple of hover pods there if you want to see the full layout," Lando offered. He put his hand on Han's shoulder, indicating without words that he should stay behind.

"Yeah, go with her," Han told his Wookiee first mate. "Give us a chance to catch up."

Chewbacca gave a soft growl and followed her. Once the hover pods had left, Lando pulled Han over to the wall.

Boba straightened a little, watching the two men closely. If Lando was trying to hide, he was doing a terrible job of it. Both the visual and audio receptors were crystalline clear.

"Everything okay?" Han asked. There was tension in his shoulders.

"Everything's fine," Lando reassured him. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

"Me?"

"It has to be a little weird. Fett trying to track you down…"

Han made a dismissive gesture. "I'm sure it's just business as usual for him. Running errands for Jabba."

"You don't think there might be some…hard feelings?"

"He doesn't have feelings."

"We both know that's not true."

Han shook his head. "You're not still hung up on him-"

"This isn't about me." There was a clear note of frustration in Lando's voice. "Believe me, there are days I regret ever getting in the middle of your little love/hate thing, and today is definitely one of those days…but Boba isn't the kind who forgives and forgets."

"I know that." Han shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "Have you talked to him? Recently?"

As always, Lando had a deft response. "I don't have time to talk. When was the last time we talked?"

"Our relationship was never really about talking." Han gave him a crooked grin as he leaned one shoulder against the wall. "Remember that night at Jabba's? The three of us?"

"Don't…don't go there."

"C'mon. That was hot as hell. You always had the magic touch with him. He'd do stuff for you that he wouldn't do for me."

"I don't want to talk about that right now."

"We had a good time. It's a shame it ended the way it did."

"He wanted to be with you," Lando returned, softly and grimly. "And you hurt his feelings."

Han's gaze dropped to his feet. "Yeah, you're probably right. I could have handled it better."

"You should tell him that."

The smuggler snorted out a laugh. "Like he'd give me a chance before he stuns my ass and takes me to Jabba."

Lando put a hand on his shoulder again. "There are ways," he said, and for a moment Boba thought he almost looked in the direction of the security recorder. But the princess and the Wookiee were docking their hover pods and the group moved on.

Boba's eyes narrowed behind his helmet. Wait. Where was the droid? He switched feeds again, cycling back through the corridor. Oh. That could be problem.