Heres the next chapter. We're back to you again. On, and you get a name inthis one. Congrats. (haha) Anyways...read and review if you please.

You lean back against the wall and watch your contact walk though the hazy Cantina towards you.

"Good evening, Admiral…" You smile coolly.

"Ringl. Admiral Ringl." You motion for the man to sit down next to you at the bar and wave over the bartender. After your contact orders a drink you leaned towards him.

"I take it you got my message." He nodded.

"I did. I would like an explanation." You lean back again and take a leisurely drink of Alderaanian Ale.

"I'm most certain you would. Let's move to a more…secluded place, shall we?" The man's hand drifts down to his blaster and you smile to yourself as you lead him towards an empty corner, farthest from the band and most of the Cantina's patron. After you both settle into your seats, you slide a datapad towards him. He glances at you before picking up the datapad and you nod your approval. He reads it slowly then placed it noiselessly back on the tabletop.

"I see." He says then takes a swig of his Corellian drink. Not being from Corellia, you have no idea what it is.

"I'm not a being for slaughter, Commander. I'm merely asking you to evacuate before noon on that date." You say pointing to the datapad. He nods slowly.

"You are aware that I'm not stationed thereand I don'texpect to be stationed there anytime soon." You smile.

"You are a man of high stature, Commander. I don't believe you will have any trouble at all." Recognizing the cue, the contact stood taking the datapad with him. With a smart salute he turned and walked out of the Cantina leaving his bill to you. You stay in your seat as another figure slides into the seat the Rebel Commander just left. "Greetings, Admiral Trinka."

Commander Wedge Antilles carried a datapad as he stepped out of the Cantina in Mos Espa on Tatooine.

"Well? Did he shoot you? Stick a vibroblade in you? Poison your Ale?" Wes Janson aka. Imperial Lieutenant Chase Ketti asked from the shadows. Wedge shook his head and kept walking. Placing Wes in Chase Ketti's place had been his idea. To see what the Admiral really had up his sleeve, they needed to get someone on the inside. Wes was perfect for it. Not well known like Tycho or Face Loran, but not lost in the ways of the Imperials. Leutenate Ketti was well liked by Admiral Ringl, therefore the perfect place for Wes to hear all the gossip.

"Shut up, Imp." Wedge said trying to sound irritable, like a smuggler who just lost a job. "None 'a your business anyhow." Wes shut up, but only because another Imperial had just brushed past Wedge.

"Greetings, sir." Wes said shooting the Imperial a stiff salute. The man nodded and grunted a reply. As he disappered into the Cantina, Wes shrugged. "Guess he-"

"Hush, Wes!" Wedge hissed.

"Okay, okay! Sorry." Wedge rounded a corner into an alleyway that was only partially shadows, complements of Tatooines twin suns, and watched. Only ten standard minutes later, Admiral Ringl stepped out of the Cantina and 'Lieutenant Ketti' stuck his blaster in the Admiral's face. Wedge smacked a hand on his forehead. Wes!

"Good Afternoon, Lieutenant." the Admiral said crossing his armsand didn't appearphased. Wedge sighed in relief and continued on down the alleyway, slipping the datapad into his pocket as he went. He could still hear the conversation going on behind him as he jogged towards Docking Bay 90.

"You like it?"

"You're not going on any…"

Sound familier? Yep, everythings comming together. Wasnt easy...but its together. Mostly. Anyhow..keep watching for the next chapter. Muchas Gracias
-liljediwriter