CHAPTER FOURTEEN! Anakin piloted the speeder to a giant skyscraper long ago deserted by it's original owners.

The building not only looked spooky, but also was radio-active through the first twenty stories. The radiation wasn't the dangerous part of this building. It was the headquarters of the Warhawks, one of the most powerful gangs that dominated the lower levels of Couriscant.

Slin grimaced as Anakin flew into the docking bay of the building, noticing the black speeders and rows of hyped up swoop-bikes. "Uh... Anakin?"

"Yeah, what?"

"How do you know these guys?"

Anakin looked at his friend, the sparkle of mischief in his blue eyes. "I was a hit man."

Slin freaked. "WHAT!"

Anakin started to laugh so hard he'd thought he'd die. "Nah, I'm kiddin' ya!"

Slin sat down, he didn't think the joke was that funny.

"I was a pilot, dummy! I designed most of the swoop-bikes here. Won a lot of money off them too."

"If that's true why'd you stop?"

Anakin shook his head, "Had a little disagreement with the head boss."

Now Slin was curious, "Like what?"

"He wanted me to fry another pilot with my engines. I didn't like the idea." Anakin smiled. "But that's old history. My buddy Cafrin should've forgotten 'bout that by now."

Slin smiled shakily as Anakin set the speeder down. He wasn't sure Cafrin forgot about anything, the guy was always on time to collect their damage control credits.

"Just be cool, they wont bother you." Anakin said reassuringly as two guys walked up.

"Hey Skywalker!" The first guy said, smiling at Anakin, "Why'd ya come back?"

Anakin jumped out of the speeder. "I need to talk to Cafrin, where is he?"

"He's over next to his ship," The second guy answered, "You're pretty brave to come back here."

Slin got out and walked next to Anakin, noticing eerily that the two grease monkeys followed them. Obviously they could tell that something was going to happen, he only wished he knew what it was so that he could get out of it's way.

"Why do ya need to talk to Cafrin?" The first grease monkey asked.

"A girl was snatched, I want to find out where she was put." Anakin walked by a particularly fine looking swoop bike, and smiled. "How's the Deamon doing for you guys? Still winning those races?"

"Nah." The first man shook his head, "Still can't find another pilot that can fly her."

Anakin sighed, "At least I know I'm missed."

They walked up to an impressive ship, an older Corelian model that had blaster burns up and down it. It had obviously seen the outer-rim territories and perhaps past them.

"Hey Cafrin," The second grease monkey said, "Skywalker's here. Wants to talk to you."

The huge man walked down the ship's landing ramp, his bald head shining in the docking bay lights. Cafrin looked Anakin and Slin over, flexing his droid hand. "What do you want Anakin?"

"You and a your bunch kidnaped a Senator Padme Amidala this morning. I want to know where you dropped her off."

Cafrin tilted his head to the side, "You know it's against the rules to tell you. If I did we'll loose customers."

Anakin smiled, "You know I'd never tell them who told me."

"You're crazy Skywalker." Cafrin said, sighing. "Get out of here."

Anakin's smile vanished, "I'm not gonna leave until you tell me."

Slin eyed his friend, then slowly backed away.

Cafrin walked up to Anakin, "Get out of here." he repeated, danger in his low voice.

Anakin's eyes hardened, becoming as cold as ice. "I'm not leaving."

Cafrin slowly walked around Anakin, who didn't turn to face him. He raised his droid arm, then brought it down. Ready to send the seemingly unknowing thief into unconsciousness, but the blow never connected.

With lightning speed beyond most human capability, Anakin turned, coming around and backhanding his attacker in the face.

Cafrin fell to his knees, stunned, his nose bleeding.

"Tell me!" Anakin demanded, standing over the older man.

Cafrin looked up, smiling. In the same instant he kicked out, knocking Anakin's feet out from under him.

Anakin fell to the ground, rolling away, but being caught by an iron grip on his neck. Now it was Anakin's turn to kick, and his landed in Cafrin's stomach.

Cafrin grunted, doubling over. Anakin slammed his knee in the guy's face.

The grease monkeys and Slin backed away, not wanting to pick sides.

Cafrin reached around, jabbing at Anakin with his droid's fist. It connected, like a rock.

For a moment he couldn't see, everything flashed. The next thing Anakin knew he was laying on the ground and Cafrin was above him getting ready to slam down his mettle fist again. This time he couldn't roll away, Cafrin's other hand was around his neck, pinning him. The fist came down, and Anakin's mind whirled.

Cafrin didn't hesitate, this kid could hit- It was about time he stopped letting up on him. He started to slam his fist down, but he hit an invisible wall that was just above Anakin's head. This was impossible, it was like magic. He knew of only a certain people who could do that type of magic, there was no more a people feared or hated by villains all over the galaxy. Cafrin's eyes widened. "You're a Je-"

Anakin took advantage of Cafrin's surprise and grabbed him with a head-lock, pinning the man's arm behind his head- cutting off air circulation. "Tell me where you had her delivered!" Anakin yelled, "Tell me now!"

Cafrin gasped for breath, "T-he...Death region...We t-took her to the Death Region..."

Anakin let go and rolled away, leaving Cafrin panting for breath. Blood seeped from a cut on his forehead from one of the droid fingers, and he got up shakily. Anakin walked over to the older man, who was still resting on the ground.

Cafrin looked up at Anakin, "The man who had her ordered was paying heavy, my guess is he's tied up politically."

"Yeah, probably." Anakin held out a hand, and Cafrin took it, letting Anakin help him up.

"And you let me hit you all those years?" Cafrin asked.

"I never wanted trouble."

Cafrin laughed, "I bet I took about an inch off your height."

Anakin wiped the blood away from his forehead, "Yeah, and I probably just took a year off you're life."

Cafrin grunted, straitening his back. "No more cracks, Skywalker."

Anakin walked over to Slin, who gave him a shaky smile, saying; 'I- was-behind-you-all-the-way' but not. Anakin decided he wouldn't argue Slin's comical excuses, his head was still ringing. He looked back at Cafrin, "Thanks friend."

Cafrin nodded, "Just go before they decide to move her."

Anakin headed back to the speeder, and Slin followed. "You wont regret this." Anakin yelled over his shoulder.

"Just go before I have second thoughts!" Cafrin yelled back.

Slin leaned over to Anakin as he got into the copilot's seat, "Isn't the Death Region where."

Anakin nodded.

"Oh come one Anakin! We don't need to go there do we? I mean, who's gonna miss some Senator!" Slin's voice went high, and he coughed. Sometimes when a boy's voice changes it's a little embarrassing.

"I'LL MISS HER!" Anakin yelled. It was unexpected and Slin cringed. Anakin lowered his voice, "And we are going."

"Yes, but." Slin's pleas died on his lips. It was obvious Anakin had made up his mind- And when that happened it was not something Slin could change.

Anakin piloted the ship out of the hanger out into the Couriscant sky. The young man's determination evident on his features.

A.N. Sorry this took so long! Just be glad you got these chapters, been working on school. I hate school!!! UGH! Hope you enjoy it!