There wasn't much room to pace, yet Qui-Gon found the will to do so anyways. He could meditate, but his mind was buzzing with too much information for him to find his center.
Krin had the Colt. Thankfully the old alien knew nothing of the weapon and Qui-Gon hoped he wouldn't try something stupid like welding it back together.
It was those drawstring pouches that made Qui-Gon nervous. It was highly unlikely Krin would be able to trace those bags back to Castiel, that was not Qui-Gon was worried about. He wanted to know what was in them, why they were placed around the Temple, and what would happen if they were taken away?
Qui-Gon stretched out his senses the best he could. He was surprised to learn Krin had him placed in a regular holding cell, instead of a Force-blocked room. It was as if Krin wanted him to try to escape.
Or maybe Krin was hoping Qui-Gon would try to get in contact with Obi-Wan. It was incredibly hard to trace a Master/Padawan link, but it was possible. Krin was probably hoping Obi-Wan would be the one to access the link.
As morbid as it sounded, Qui-Gon was glad of Obi-Wan's sudden illness. That gave them at least two days of silence, and maybe a chance to escape.
Qui-Gon didn't know if he should be insulted or relieved by the level of stupidity Krin was displaying.
There was shifting from outside of his cell, and he knew that the guards were changing. He almost ignored the movement.
Qui-Gon's head snapped towards the door, his eyes widened. "Obi-Wan?"
No, it couldn't be. His Padawan wouldn't be so stupid to come rescue him, but the Force doesn't lie. His Padawan was standing right outside the door. "You fool!" The Master hissed, coming to the door. "You shouldn't be here!"
"That's not exactly the response I expect from my rescue victims."
The voice that echoed back through the door was not Obi-Wan. "Who-?"
"The Colt," the voice said, cutting him off. "Where is it?"
Qui-Gon felt his skin prickling. "Who are you?"
"I'm, ah, a friend," there was a sound of clanging on the other side. Qui-Gon recognized it immediately. The man was trying to override the manual to open the door. "I've set off the fire alarm on the other side of the Temple. If we're going to get the Colt, we're going have to move fast before your friends realize what's going on."
Everything in this man's voice is soft and gentle, practically begging Qui-Gon to trust him. The Force signature hadn't changed, it still told him it was Obi-Wan on the other side of that door. "Why should I trust you?" For all he knew, this was an elaborate trick to get Qui-Gon to give up Obi-Wan.
There was a hiss and the door slid open.
The man was as tall as he was. He wore Jedi robes, but on a second glance Qui-Gon could see these robes were made out of cheap material, made to look like Jedi clothes. He had strong facial features, though his long hair made him look younger than he really was.
"Hi," the man said, stepping back as he placed away his tools. "I'm Sam."
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A/N: Apologies for the extremely short chapter, but wanted to get this out before finals.