"Get this thing off of me!"

Tor gestures to the snake in Sierra's lap. "Why? He likes you just fine."

"He's poisonous! Do you want me dead?"

"I'll take him away if you tell me how your crew selects your targets."

"I told you I don't know how they do it, that's not my j-job."

"You heard something. I know it; your brother can't keep anything to himself."

Well he has that right. Lux has the biggest mouth in the galaxy.

"So," he says, nonchalantly scooping the snake off her lap and laying it on her chest. The creature can probably feel the wild thump-thump ing of her heart drilling through its scales. "How do you select the targets?"

"We p-pick the dirtiest, slimiest people there are. You were next on our list."

Sierra knows she's going to regret that in a few seconds, but it feels good.

Tor's slaps her across the face, snapping her head to the side. He leans over her, blocking the light, blocking everything until her entire world is his body, towering over her.

"Don't try me, girl." He hisses.

The snake slithers down her abdomen, back onto her lap, and then off her body and onto the interrogation table. Sierra almost breathes a sigh of relief.

Unfortunately, Tor notices that it's gone.

Breaking eye contact, he ducks down and picks the creature back up.

"It's been a while since the job ended. Surely they would have found you by now, don't you think? They're good at finding everything else." He pauses in false contemplation. "That is…unless they're not looking."

"They're looking."

"I don't know -."

"They are!"

"How are you so sure?" He comes around to the other side of the chair. "I didn't tell you how easy it was to catch you, Sierra. My men say you barely put up a fight when they came for you."

"I did what I could."

"And look at where you are right now." He traces a finger down one of her strapped-down arms. "Sweetheart, in the military that's what we call a liability."

"They're coming back. My mom and b-brother would never leave me behind. Never!"

"So where are they now?"

She doesn't have an answer for that.

"They're not here because they're off finishing the job," he says. "Three hundred thousand credits. That's a lot of money, enough to make you forget about a liability."

"Lux wouldn't leave me. My mom wouldn't leave me"

"Really? Then why didn't Lux take you with him to Carlaac? And when he joined the rebels? He left you all alone."

"He wanted to protect me."

"Protection doesn't have much to do with it. The rebels didn't have a problem bringing on that Blackwell bitch." He sneers on Dalla Blackwell's name. "He didn't even mention you to the Gerreras. When you and Steela met, she had no idea you even existed. Lux didn't tell his best friends about you!"

"So if they were captured they couldn't tell someone like you about me."

To her surprise, he doesn't hit her again. "Maybe. Or he just wanted to be rid of you."

No. Lux loves me, as much as I love him. If we didn't love each other, we would have strangled each other when we were kids. I mean, I was not a lovable child and neither was Lux. Who is lovable every moment of the time when they're a kid?

Tor presses his thumb into her arm hard, then times how long it takes for the color to return to her skin.

"Are you cold? Tired?" He asks, and when Sierra doesn't answer he steps away, presumably to get the thermometer. "You're turning blue. You were at ninety six when those agents left." He says when he returns, grabbing her head and forcing it against the back of the chair. "Now how far have you gone down?"

Sierra tries to squirm out of his grasp, but the cold metal tip of the thermometer invades her ear anyway.

"This doesn't hurt." Tor argues. "I could be doing much worse, and you squirm away from a thermometer?"

Put like that it sounds silly, but she hates the thing and how much power it gives him once he knows how cold she really is.

The thermometer beeps and Tor whistles. "Well, you officially have hypothermia."

He withdraws the thermometer with one hand. You don't have long before your body starts to shut down. Shallow breathing, weakened pulse, coma."

He takes one of her numb hands in his and rubs it, the friction returning heat and feeling to it.

"You remember how nice and warm it was in the Med Bay," he says smoothly. "We can take you back there. All you have to do is tell me how your crew picks its targets."

Sierra starts to nod off, one warm hand a sharp contrast to her cold, cold body.

"Sierra?" Tor prompts. "The targets?"

"The HoloNet."

For a half second, the muscles in Tor's hand tense. A tell.

"The HoloNet. You find the targets using the HoloNet?"

The implications of what she just said slam into Sierra like a bucket of ice water and she startles, wide awake.

"N-no!"

"No, that's good." He says, still holding her hand and massaging heat into it. "What kind of ship are you using?"

"Let me go!"

Suddenly, the overhead speakers crack to life.

"Look out!" a wonderful voice shouts. "You're listening to Rebel Radio and I'm your smokin' hot deejay, Huuuutch St. Jaaaames!"

…

Hutch cracks his knuckles. "Okay. All Tor's computers run on an intranet, but some of the guards like their HoloNet radio. All I have to do is use that channel to get into an unattended computer…and I'm in."

"How are you in?" Mina asks.

"We can put a line of code into the computer that allows us to remotely control it. Tech support does it all the time." Soniee explains. "Hutch, give me a few seconds and then…I'm in. I'm just waiting for the distraction."

"Do you think the two-way will work?"

Soniee nods. "That's how the speakers are designed. The rest of the security systems, I'm not sure."

"All right then. It's go time." Hutch flips the switch, and the speaker channel opens wide.

"Look out! You're listening to Rebel Radio and I'm your smokin' hot deejay, Huuutch St. Jaaames!"

Tor roars with anger on the other side of the two-way and Hutch smirks.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your music hour, but today we have a call-in for Sierra Bonteri. Are you listening, Sierra? It's from your mom."

There's silence, and then a slurred "Yes."

He hands the mike over to Mina, who raises it to her lips.

"Sierra, this is Mom." She takes a deep breath. "I know that there are some awful things happening to you right now, and if I could take it away for you I could, but we need you to hold on. Lux wants you to know that he knows that you're very smart and you can get through this – we all know you can. And Ahsoka is so worried about you; she just wants to have you back." She swallows hard. "Also, I love you. I would go through hell and high water for you, and I love you very, very much."

On the other end, Sierra bursts into tears. Mina wipes her eyes and shoves the mike into Hutch's hands.

All right, time to rock.

"Get out of my speakers, Cashier." Tor seethes.

"Get out? Funny you say that, Tor, because it's been said quite a few times to you. For example, your local diner? Where you got a little too close to one of the waitresses?'

There is silence, and then a loud "That was one mistake!"

"You wish. Forgotten about the bar where you drank 10 shots of expensive whiskey, and when the bartender cut you off you ran into the kitchen and yelled, quote 'I'm the king of the world'?"

Sierra cracks up.

"Or the fact that you've been kicked out of not one, not two, but thirty-six restaurants, bars, and stores in your town, including all of the grocery stores. What do you do, get your stuff delivered? Or does your girlfriend do the shopping?" He flips a page of his notes. "That girlfriend would be Sue Hannigan, who co-signed a lease with you?"

"I fail to see how this has anything to do with my job!"

"I do. Everyone, if Tor isn't seen fit to go pick up a jug of blue milk at the grocery store, then why should he be trusted to treat prisoners humanely? Oh wait, he doesn't! Actually, he was convicted of second-degree murder after he shot a prisoner in his custody and threw her body into the north sea because he kriffed up and got the wrong person."

"Sierra Bonteri is here because she's guilty of fraud and grand theft." Tor argues.

"That may be true. But let's talk about something else for a while. Tor, tell us about…Celestine."

Dead silence.

"You know, Celestine? The stripper who you spend ungodly amounts of credits on each week?"

…

Tor entered the gentlemen's club and immediately parked himself down in his normal seat, directly next to the dancing Twi'lek.

"I brought the dough, baby!" he cheered.

"Thank you, baby." The Twi'lek said sultrily, gliding around the pole.

Tor couldn't throw the money at her fast enough, his eyes wide.

…

"I'm guessing that your girlfriend probably doesn't know about Celestine."

"What I choose to spend my money on is my business. Now get out of my personal life!" Tor snaps.

"Your mother wouldn't be impressed either."

"Stop this transmission!" Tor bellows.

Hutch glances over at Soniee.

"Almost done," she whispers. "I need fifteen more seconds."

"Do you even know how much trouble I got in with my wife for watching the security footage of you in the gentlemen's club? Imagine how mad your girlfriend is going to be when she finds out you actually went in!"

"You'll pay for this, St. James." Tor says "Starting with the girl here."

Hutch leans back in the chair. "This is Rebel Radio, signing off." He says with a huge grin on his face. "I hope you all enjoyed our special broadcast."

"Got it!" Soniee shouts a split second after Hutch kills the comm. "All his access codes – I'm sending them to Rex and Steela."

"Alright!" Hero cheers and high-fives her.

Saw grins from ear to ear. "Can we keep her?"

"Don't be ridiculous. Where would she sleep?" Hutch scoffs, like Saw's just asked for a puppy, while Korkie shoots the hitter a glare. "Besides, this ship isn't big enough for two hackers."

"Enough teasing," Lux growls, appearing on the scene with a blaster in his hand. "Let's go steal Sierra."