Two days had elapsed. Zeydan Utos-Rii lay crouched quietly in the branches of a tall tree, as the suns sank into the horizon. Soon it would be dark, and he would have to make a move. He shuffled around, trying to shift into a more comfortable position. He winced as his arm scraped on the rough bark of the tree. After his encounter with his would-be assassins he later discovered that he had been hit by a laser blast on his arm. Luckily, it had not done much damage - just enough to irritate him with some mild pain. He tried to use this time given to him to meditate, but what with the humidity and cramped 'quarters' his mind refused to focus. He knew that this lack of concentration would not hold too well with his Master if he found out. Ignoring this fact, he brought out his electro-binoculars and looked out into his surroundings, focusing in on a large bungalow about a mile away from where he sat. The bungalow of Dylar Sven.

After he'd found out that Dylar Sven was behind his attack, he decided that he'd have stay hidden for the time being. The man was obviously dangerous - perhaps even involved with the Sith - and there was no sense in walking around in the open like a duck in a shooting gallery. Zeydan had managed to find out where he lived, and had bought some provisions to last him for about two days. He didn't dare go back to his ship. Firstly, it was very likely that Sven had posted more attackers near the docking station, and secondly, he sheepishly had to admit that he didn't want any harm to come to his beautiful ship.

A gnat buzzed by his ear. Zeydan swatted it. 'Just my luck!' He thought sulkily, ' Just when I thought this mission would be quick and painless...' But then he checked himself, realizing that these feelings were uncharacteristic of a Jedi Knight. His personal opinions were unimportant. His job now was to concentrate on the matter at hand.

He zoomed in on the bungalow - yet saw no movement inside. He switched on the thermal detectors, and saw a glowing red and yellow figure sitting somewhere at the back of the building. He fervently hoped that it was Sven. His feelings told him that his guess was right. He held his breath. Sven being there could be a problem. Zeydan would have to be extremely careful when entering the premises - there was no doubt that Sven would have installed security systems to alert him to the presence of any intruders. And Zeydan also doubted that Sven would deal lightly with him, if caught. After all, didn't the man want to kill him in the first place? Yes, discretion was imperative. Still, as badly as he needed to find out what Sven was up to, Zeydan longed to get a good look at the man himself.

The last ray of sunlight flickered and vanished, giving way to a cloudless night. 'Good,' thought Zeydan. There'd be no use for the portable light source tonight. It was time to move.

From his waist-pouch, he extracted a rectangular metallic device that glinted in the moonlight. It was a flash bomb. Not nearly as dangerous as a thermal detonator, but dangerous enough to not want to be close by when it went off. The main purpose of a flash bomb was to simply make as much noise and light as possible in a fraction of a second. It could easily blind someone who foolishly looked into it. Zeydan took a deep breath and flung the device as hard as possible using the Force away from the direction of the bungalow. He hated to resort to cheap tricks such as this distraction, but he hoped that it would provide him with sufficient time to get a scan and readout from Sven's computer and transmissions. He would then retransmit everything he would gather to the Jedi Council.

The noise shocked even him. He flinched, as he shielded his eyes from the white flare. Then, quick as lightning he gazed out through the electro- binoculars at the bungalow. Sven had gotten up suddenly. In a few moments he had run to his shed and mounted a speeder bike. Zeydan was about to look away and climb down the tree when to his surprise he saw a bright red gleam of light extend from the man's hand. At first, it didn't make sense. Sven was holding a lightsaber. Could he have possibly stolen plans of how to construct one? But it was red. And only the Sith would...

He closed his eyes and breathed in. This plan of his was becoming more dangerous by the minute. But time was being wasted - he would have to make a move now and risk it, or simply wait for a safer moment. The thing was, would he live to see another day if he delayed this any longer?

Zeydan jumped down.

He ran noiselessly through the bushes and shrubs. His breathing too was quiet. He gave himself about thirty minutes before Sven - or whoever he really was - would return. There was no enclosing fence surrounding the bungalow. The security systems must be active in every entry point of the house, then. He cautiously crept over to a window on the side of the building and peered in. He could see nothing indicative of an alarm system. He closed his eyes and reached out with his feelings. In his mind he could see a beam of light sweeping across each room in the bungalow. It was invisible to the human eye. What could be generating this? There! A small grey box on the corner of the room. He opened his eyes, and activated his light saber. With it, he cut out a portion of glass large enough for him to crawl through. Dumping the section of glass on the lawn, he climbed onto the window sill, on which he sat perched, like a bird.

'How to turn the blasted thing off'? he thought. 'The moment I enter the room, it's going to screech like a wounded bantha.' He'd have to resort to shutting off the trigger mechanism by using the Force. He wasn't sure if he would succeed - after all, he didn't have much time. Sweating profusely, Zeydan went into a meditative-like state for about five minutes. First he grappled with the possibility that this might fail, and he would be caught. But then, all other thoughts were pushed aside and his focus grew to be more steady. He heard a sudden click in his mind, and felt that the beam of light was absent. It worked!

Grinning now, Zeydan slipped inside the room and walked straight into they study where Sven's computer was located. He logged in and managed to access the data transmissions over the last few days. Zeydan was tempted to play at least one of them - it might be a clue to the real identity of Dylar Sven - but he didn't dare, he was running out of time. Still, he had gotten this far by himself, hadn't he? He was sure that Master Estar would be pleased with his progress. Better yet, maybe even Master Yoda might...

A sudden thud, inaudible to the ear, echoed in his mind, and the impending feeling of danger made Zeydan Utos-Rii stand stock still. Sven was back! And he hadn't even had time to retransmit this data back to Coruscant! Blast it all! Without thinking he decided to chance it as his fingers flew across the control panel of the computer. A minute later, he pressed the 'TRANSMIT' key seconds before the room door slid open. He rolled behind an ancient cupboard near the computer and closed his eyes.

Zeydan felt Sven walk in, fuming. The implications of what he had seen earlier hit him hard. The man was affiliated with the Sith. Possibly a Sith Lord himself. What was to stop him from sensing the Jedi Knight here in the room with him? Zeydan clouded his thoughts, and prayed. He heard Sven muttering under his breath - but the words weren't clear. Suddenly the muttering stopped. He knew that Sven had seen the computer screen, and displayed on it was the transmitting message. He heard a loud thump, and guessed that by now the transmission had been cancelled. It wouldn't be long now before this Sven imposter found him out. Zeydan counted the seconds before the cupboard would be thrown aside, and his presence revealed. He gripped the hilt of his lightsaber with white knuckles.

Then he heard the running sounds of footsteps, the sound diminishing as time passed. Could it be possible? Had the man actually run away or was this some kind of cruel trick? Surely the Sith did not resort to such games? Zeydan, using the Force, could sense that Sven had indeed left the bungalow. The man must have thought that he had gotten away, and had gone after him. Utos-Rii could hardly believe his luck. He almost leapt out from around the cupboard and started re-sending the information to the Jedi Council in Coruscant.

After that he decided not to linger - he didn't want a replay of the scenario that occurred earlier. He would have to see what the Council would advise him to do once they received this information. The next step was not his to make. He ran out of the bungalow, disappearing like a shadow into the foliage.