A/N: I'm baaaack!

Due to recent circumstances, I've found myself with a lot of free time on my hands, so I finally managed to finish this chapter. There are a couple of … uhh … unpleasant similarities to the current state of things but that wasn't intentional at all, I started writing this early February.

Also, be safe out there! Thank you so much for reading, it really means a lot to me.

Chapter 8 – Rebels with a Cause

The ship exited hyperspace with a deep boom that reverberated in Sinead's bones, her ears popping from the sudden change in pressure. Peli had done a great job patching up the ship, but she was right when she said it wouldn't keep chugging along unless it got a serious overhaul.

Straight ahead, Luria slowly turned on its axis, half-shrouded in a mist of glittering star dust, its surface a swirl of emerald green and purple that seemed to glow in the pale light from the star it orbited.

Starships hovered just out of reach of the gravitational pull of the planet, forming a grid between the Crest and the planet.

Sinead leaned forward to get a better look. "You heard anything about Luria being under a blockade?"

"No." Mando changed course to avoid detection. "Doesn't look Republic."

"Luckily we aren't going to the planet."

Giving the blockade a wide berth, it didn't take long finding the moon. One part of Celvalara was covered in a sprawling city, the other made up of deep forests and rocky terrain, bone-white cliffs peeking up through the canopy. The airspace around the moon was blessedly absent of any blockade.

As the ship closed in on the city, a hoarse voice came over the comm. "This is Calvalara tower two, state your business."

Mando flicked a row of switches. "Requesting permission to land."

"Request denied. State your business."

Sinead scoffed and crossed her arms tightly over her chest.

"I'm seeking information on a mine located on Celvalara," Mando said, his voice coming out forced.

"Why?"

"I'm looking for a human male, goes by the name of Kyen Beck. He worked in one of the mines."

Sinead leaned forward to speak softly so the comm couldn't pick it up. "You sure that's a good idea?"

Mando shrugged, not very encouraging, while the silence stretched into eternity.

The comm came back to life. "Request denied. Vacate the airspace immediately, or we'll be forced to shoot you down."

"Not a very warm welcome," Sinead muttered and absentmindedly rubbed her lower lip. "What do we do now? I doubt they'll accept another story."

Mando sighed deeply. "We can try circling come in from the other side."

"It's a pretty small moon, don't you think they have scanners out?"

"If we stay out of range, the Crest can scan the ground. Maybe we'll find the mine."

"I suppose."

Suddenly, the comm came to life and a new feminine voice, higher but not any less cutting, filled the cockpit. "Request granted. Head for landing pad 5-2-8."

Sinead knitted her brows. "You think it's a trap or just incompetent bureaucracy?"

"Guess we'll find out." Mando steered the ship toward the city, which seemed to fold out beneath them like it was carved directly into the moon. Alabaster towers shone in the dim light reflected off Luria. A nervous knot formed in the pit of Sinead's stomach as the ship touched down on the landing pad, her fingers curling around the armrests to keep from fretting.

When Sinead had woken hours after the scuffle on Tatooine she felt better than she had in a long time. Once she'd blinked away the haze of sleep, she found that the pain had dissipated, and she stretched out on the narrow bed. The child still slept soundly beside her, and she left him wrapped in a blanket.

Mando stood by the bunk, looking down at the kid.

"He's had an eventful couple of days," Sinead said as she got ready to leave, "you should just let him sleep."

Mando looked at her sharply. "Last time I left him, he nearly got hurt. I'm not going to let that happen again."

"I don't think there's any backstabbing bounty hunters here, but if it makes you feel better bring him. What do I know?" She strapped her blaster to her side, making sure her jacket covered it.

Mando sighed deeply, looking from the kid to the door before moving after Sinead, sans child. "Let's go."

The city, it turned out, wasn't as pristine as it looked from the atmosphere; once white buildings had turned grey with dirt and soot. Dark mud came up between the cobblestones.

The Mandalorian kept glancing over his shoulder as they walked away from the ship.

"He'll be fine," Sinead said, walking around an oversized land speeder parked in the middle of the walkway. "You've locked the ship, right? I doubt he knows how to bypass a magnolock."

Mando made a doubting sound and Sinead shot him a look. He's a tiny child who can't open a packet of jerky by himself, I think you might be overthinking it."

"… Maybe."

Sinead huffed out a laugh. "You agree with me? Are you feeling alright?"

She couldn't be sure, but it looked like the Mandalorian rolled his eyes under the helmet.

"Let's just get this over with."

"Right." Sinead looked around the street that seemed oddly empty, even though the sun had barely dipped behind Luria. This close to the landing zone, there should be someone around. "We can't just go around asking random people if they know anything about a possibly illegal mine. Let's find a cantina and just see what happens."

This time she was positive that the Mandalorian rolled his eyes, but he followed her down a narrow passage that led into a bigger street.

Few people passed them, skittering from door to door like they were afraid of being seen.

"You think this has something to do with the blockade?" Sinead moved closer to the Mandalorian.

"Maybe."

"Figures we'd end up in the middle of a war."

They found a cantina close to the docks, trapped between two empty buildings, the dark windows were covered and only slivers of light could be seen between the cracks, the only hint that the place was even open.

The door opened, spilling heat and light into the street. All conversation died as they stepped through the door. A handful patrons of various species sat low tables, a haze of smoke above their heads but most of the seats were empty.

Sinead felt eyes land on her before moving to the Mandalorian, whose silver armor stood out in the grubby bar. Delicate looking lanterns hung on strings filling the room with strange light.

Putting on a neutral expression Sinead moved towards the bar, the Mandalorian trailing after.

A human male stood behind the counter polishing a row of mugs that looked about at old as the bar itself, every single one chipped and dented. He was short and plump, heat making his cheeks shine in the warm light.

The stool scraped against the sawdust covered floor as Sinead took a seat at the bar, Mando hovering behind her like a brooding shadow.

The bartender put down the mug in his hands and gave her a nervous smile. "Welcome, miss," he said, his eyes wandering to Mando behind her. "W-what can I get ya?"

Sinead cocked her head slightly, trying to catch his eyes. "A glass of raava wouldn't be bad." She smiled. "We just touched down an hour or so ago. Been flying so long I nearly forgot how fresh air smells like."

The bartender found a dusty bottle and wiped it off with a nervous smile.

"Not big raava drinkers here?" Sinead tried making herself as small as possible to put him more at ease, but with the Mandalorian behind her, she could roll over on her back and it wouldn't make a difference.

"Not as such, no. We mostly drink what we make ourselves."

"Oh?" Sinead watched as he poured a glass of the amber liquid. A fruity smell mixed with the smoke. "And what's that?"

The bartender showed her an opaque bottle with a clear liquid sloshing around inside. It didn't have a label. "Shilzt. City's famous for it." His voice sounded strained.

"Interesting. I might try some later." She sipped her drink, letting the sweet liquor coat her tongue. It'd been a long time since she'd drunk anything but cheap spacer swill or stale filtered water.

The bartender resumed polishing the mugs, looking very concentrated for something that should be second nature to a guy like him.

Sinead thought for a moment, running a finger around the rim of the glass. "I'm Chela, by the way. Hi."

"Teko." The bartender- Teko glanced at Mando. "What about your fella?"

Sinead glanced over her shoulder before waving a hand through the air. "Oh, he's just the pilot. I hired him to take me to Neth since the Outer Rim is so dangerous." Her eyes sparkled. "Don't mind him, he's always like that."

She felt Mando's impatient stare drill into the back of her head.

Teko breathed out in relief.

"You know," Sinead said after another sip of raava, "I'm so used to seeing droids working behind the bar, it's so quaint to see a real live person.

Teko chuckled. "Oh really? Where're you from, if you don't mind me asking?"

"I'm from Coruscant." She beamed at him. "This is my first time in the Outer Rim, really. Everything is just so different and exotic! A friend of mine stopped by here, said I should too if I have the chance."

From behind her came an irritated sigh.

"Exotic, eh? I guess it would be to someone like you. What're you doing so far from home? Neth, you said?"

"I'm here for work." Sinead pouted and rested her chin on her palm. "My father wants to open a new trade-route, so he wants me there, of course."

"Your father's a trader?"

"Uh-huh. He's wanted to expand into the Outer Rim for ages, but it never went through." Sinead drank the last of the reeva and leaned closer. "So, I couldn't help but notice the blockade when we got here. What's all that about?"

Teko drew away, looking nervously at the door.

"C'mon," Sinead did her best to radiate innocent curiosity. "Annexing a planet isn't something that just happens, right, and I can promise you no one have heard a word about it in the Core. Please, let me have at least one interesting story to take back home."

"It's just that we're not part of the Republic, you see. Don't want no one interfering in our business.

Independent to the point of idiocy. Right.

"I won't run off to the Republic, you have my word. Please, just tell me."

Teko bit his lips, looking at the patrons who had resumed their conversation. Sighing, he leaned closer. "You keep this to yourself, okay?"

"Of course."

Teko nodded to himself and began, "this all started last-" he moved his lips silently while he thought- "it would be Festival of the Long Night in Basic. Once a year, Celvalara blocks out the sun on Luria for an entire day. We've celebrated that for close to 300 years now."

Sinead bit her tongue to stop herself from asking questions about the festival. Normally she'd love to learn about local customs like that, but she felt Mando's impatience like a burning iron prodding at her back.

Teko continued, "They don't … we don't know exactly what happened. There was an explosion at the capital and only a few people managed to escape, King Orled was one of them."

Sinead covered her mouth with her hand. "That's awful," she said, her voice coming out muffled. "How did you get away?"

"Laid low with bybbec fever, cursing the creator that I was stuck here. Changed my tune pretty quickly when word came back what happened."

"And Luria's been blockaded ever since?"

"Nobody's been in or out as far as I know, but the blockade only came up some months ago. We have families haven't seen each other in months. I'm lucky in a way, that I only have myself." He smiled sadly at the table.

"Teko, I'm so sorry." She placed her hand over his and gave it a squeeze.

"Thank you. I know there are good lads fighting to get the power returned to those who truly deserve it."

"Wow. I had no idea things like these even happened anymore." She heard the Mandalorian made a sound that suspiciously sounded like a snort behind her. "I'm sure you'll get your planet back soon."

Teko smiled at her and patted her hand atop of his. "Nice of you to say, Chela."

She pulled her hand from between his. "Thank you for the drink," she said as she got up. "But I think I have to head back to the ship. There's still a ways to Neth and if I don't make it to this deal my father will have my hide."

"Can't have that," Teko said with a chuckle.

Sinead left some money on the bar; she was nearly at the door before she hurried back. "Oh, I almost forgot! The friend I mentioned, who told me it was worth it to stop here. He said he found some old caves, mines or something, out on the other side of the moon. You know where I can find them?"

Teko gave her a puzzled look. "Why do you want to go looking around abandoned mines?"

"We don't have anything like that at home. I just want to take a quick peek, that's all."

"Well, okay," Teko said, still looking unsure about the whole thing. "If you go to the other side, you can't really miss them. There must be about two hundred or so. Back when they were in use, they had a hell of a time keeping from digging into each other's tunnels you see."

"What were they mining?"

"You see the stone this whole city is build out of? That all came from the mine, way way before my time. They had to stop, on account of the moon getting too unstable, was about to collapse in on itself."

"So no one has been in them since then? Before your time."

"No one except your friend and the occasional daredevil who gets lost in shafts and have to be found again. Don't get too near them, okay? They're not exactly safe if you don't know what you're doing."

Sinead almost let her careful mask slip between her fingers. No one had been there in decades?

She forced out a smile. "I won't, I promise. Goodbye!"

The night air felt like needles after being inside the stuffy cantina for so long. Sinead took deep breaths, letting the Chela facade slip away.

"That was a waste of time," Mando said as soon as the door closed behind them.

"What are you talking about? Now we know why the planet's under a blockade."

"You could've just asked him directly, instead of taking an unnecessary risk pretending to be a wide-eyed idiot from the Core. That makes you a mark."

Sinead regarded him with a cool look. "You don't have a very high regard of your fellow sentients, do you?"

"And why do you?"

"Who says I do? I just tricked a kind man into giving me information he didn't wanna part with, by pretending to be someone I'm not."

"Information that's not relevant."

"I don't know about you, but I like knowing if I'm walking into a civil war or not. If I hadn't done that little song and dance, he would've clammed up and we'd never learn anything. Sometimes you gotta lay down some groundwork."

The Mandalorian didn't look convinced.

"Look," Sinead said, pinching the bridge of her nose, "he was just some guy who wanted someone to talk to, after he made sure we weren't going to kill him. You'd be surprised how much you can learn when you stop skulking around in the shadows."

Mando heaved a deep sigh. "Let's just get back to the ship. We'll rest, and head for the mines later."

Sinead bit her lip so hard she nearly broke the skin. She didn't want to rest, she wanted to find Kyen, even if she had to trawl through a labyrinth of mineshafts to do it.

"Alright."

They hadn't gone more than a block before the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end.

"Mando-"

"I know. We're being followed."

A shadow trailed after them, not quite far enough back to seem inconspicuous. On the rooftops more silhouettes appeared out of the darkness.

Sinead's hand closed around her blaster.

They took a right turn, leading the unwelcome entourage away from the ship, and the child, and further into the city. Few sentients hurried past them, casting one frightful look at their tail before sprinting down the nearest alley.

The night air was cold, but Sinead felt impossibly warm under her clothes. The only sound was her and the Mandalorian's footsteps that echoed between the grey walls. Her skin prickled and she chanced a quick glance over her shoulder.

A Sullustan stepped out from around a corner and put his hands up, palms first. His big eyes glinted in the darkness.

"Wait," he squeaked, hurriedly as Mando pulled his blaster on him.

"What do you want?" The Mandalorian said, his voice dangerously low.

Sinead had pulled her own blaster, keeping an eye on two Twi'leks that snuck up behind them.

The Sullustan winced at his tone. "I-I, I mean, we-" he nervously licked his thin lips- "heard that you're looking for one of the old mines." His jowels shook with every word.

"And I guess you're just going to help us out of the kindness of your heart?" Sinead said.

"N-no?" The Sullustan cleared his voice. "I mean, I've been sent here to formally request you to lend your assistance."

"And who exactly want our assistance?" The Mandalorian said.

"I can't tell you that, at this very moment. If you comply, then-"

"I will not comply with anything until you tell me who sent you."

There was a sound to their left, and Sinead and Mando swung around, blasters at the ready.

A terrified human let out a strangled scream and slammed the window they had just opened.

Sinead's heart was still hammering, when the Sullustan took a tiny step forward, raising his hands even higher as the Mandalorian pointed his blaster back at him.

"Look," he said, his squeaky voice getting even squeakier, "I … we don't want any trouble here, alright? Please just come with us and hear us out."

Mando glanced at Sinead, who moved closer.

"They might know where the mine is, and we don't have to comb through the entire moon to find it."

"It's a trap, Sinead."

"I don't think so. Why would they send the least intimidating man possible?" She looked at the Sullustan, who was wiping sweat from his brow.

"To trick us."

"Or maybe they actually need our help."

Mando huffed and looked at the Sullustan. "You-" he gestured with the blaster- "can take us to whoever you work for. They stay here."

One of the Twi'leks started to say something and was cut off by the Sullustan's desperate flailing.

"I'm afraid I can't do that, they …" he stammered off into nothingness as the Mandalorian's entire body glowered at him. "R-right, right. They won't follow us. Come this way."

The Sullustan led them through a small opening between two tall buildings and scurried across a wider road, just as empty as the rest of the city.

They didn't have to go far. An old military transporter was parked under the shadow of a nearby building, looking like it had survived at least three wars and a salvage yard.

"You didn't say anything about taking a transport," Mando said.

"It's not far, I promise."

Mando made a noise at the back of his throat.

"It's alright," Sinead said, giving him a look.

The ride, while blessedly short, was spent in tense silence. The city fell away abruptly, going from white buildings to tall trees, the thick canopy blocking out most of the light from Luria's other moon. As they left the city the roads turned narrow and uneven until it was nothing but two tire tracks that cut through the forest.

The terrain had been steadily climbing when the transporter came to a stop and Sinead and Mando got out. Directly in front of them a low mountain rose from the ground, pale stone seeming luminescent in the twilight. The mountain side was pocketed, like a giant had plucked whole boulders from the rocky walls.

At the foot of the mountain, trees had been cut down to make room for a forward base of sorts. Metal plates had been put down to make the surface more even and grass sprouted up between the cracks.

A handful of gunships and starfighters stood in a hastily erected docking bay. Compared to the city this place was bustling with life, people milling to and from the ships and a couple of tents that stood in the shadow of the mountain.

A group of various aliens watched them as they passed by, sharing a long pipe between them.

A blast door had been installed into the side of the mountain, a small keypad beside it. More noticeable though were two guards flanking the door, holding blasters loosely at their side.

The taller of the guards held up a hand as they came closer. "Halt. No weapons beyond this point." He eyed the walking armory that was the Mandalorian.

"Not gonna happen," Mando said.

The other guard tsked, making Sinead grit her teeth. "We have orders," he said, his voice drawling out the last word. "No blasters beyond this point."

Mando shifted slightly, moving his weight to the balls of his feet, ready to spring into action. "No."

The guards gripped their weapons tighter. "Won't ask again," the first guard spat.

Sinead's eyes went from Mando to the guards, heart hammering in her chest.

"W-wait," the Sullustan squeaked out. "I-I'm sure we can find a compromise."

"Either he drops his weapons, or we drop him," the guard barked.

"You're welcome to try."

Suddenly, the blast doors opened releasing a gust of hot air. The already tense guards jumped.

A tall and reedy human man stood in the doorway, wearing a suit that looked like it cost more than all the starfighters in the hangar combined. His long face was framed by thick dark hair.

"Ah!" He clasped his hands together at the sight of them. "Sedabb! I see you've found our prospective associates. Wonderful."

The Sullustan – presumably Sedabb – opened his mouth to reply, but the man continued, "I am Hidal Sul-Bal, governor- I mean former governor of Luria. I am glad Sedabb managed to find you."

A politician. Great.

He finally noticed the tense situation. "Oh, for creators' sake, lower your weapons, please. There's no need for violence, I am sure we can come to some kind of understanding."

"T-they-" Sedabb began.

"Got orders to take their weapons. Straight from Gatt," the tallest guard growled, his eyes trained on Mando.

"Well, that is no way to treat our guests. I order you to stand down and let them pass."

"But Gatt said-"

"I will take it from here, thank you." Sul-Bal smiled politely at the guards, who slowly and begrudgingly stepped back.

"Excellent." He clapped again. "Follow me, please. Oh-" he looked at Mando- "it would be best if you keep your blaster holstered while we are inside. Thank you very much."

Sul-Bal led them through the doors. Sinead looked over her shoulder to see Sedabb stand alone in the doorway, wiping sweat from his brow.

They were led through a passage which got narrower the further into the mountain they went. Floodlights lit the roughly hewn walls and thick cables ran along the uneven floor, branching off when they came to a crossing passage.

Periodically, hot blasts of air came from the depth of the mine, smelling of dry rot and sulfur. Sinead eyes stung as a particularly violent gust of wind grabbed at her braid.

"Ah, yes, one of the unfortunate drawbacks with our current seat of command; the wind gets heated in the core, you see, and these tunnels acts as a sort of vent. Isn't it marvelous? Although, the heat does leave one feeling rather dried out. Here we are."

Sul-Bal stopped in front of a low door set deep in the wall, deep furrows in the durasteel like someone had tried to force it open.

The politician knocked with unnecessary flourish, and a voice on the other side told them to come in.

"After you," Mando said, as Sul-Bal opened the door and gestured for them to go inside. The man blinked nonplussed before recovering with a polite smile and ducking through the door.

Sinead and Mando followed him and found themselves in a small office made even smaller due to the amount of stuff that had been crammed in there. Most of the floor was occupied by a holo-table displaying a slowly revolving Luria. A desk overflowing with files and datapads had been showed into the corner, and the room smelled faintly of bad caf and sulfur.

A human woman sat behind the desk, her bright blue eyes fixed firmly on a datapad, not looking up when they entered. Red hair was scraped into a bun at the back of her neck and a long scar cut through her face from left to right, making her mouth droop into an eternal scowl.

"You found them." Her voice was hoarse and low, and Sinead immediately recognized her from the comm. Finally, she threw the datapad on the table and looked from Sinead to Mando, the first person who didn't seem the least intimidated by the Mandalorian.

"I did, yes," Sul-Bal said, showing Sinead and Mando to two rickety chairs with great ceremony, his face falling when neither took a seat.

"He neglected to tell us exactly why we needed to be found," Sinead said.

The woman turned her icy eyes on Sinead. "I don't know if you've noticed, but this isn't exactly an above-ground operation we're running here. A little discretion goes a long way."

Sinead gave her a wry smile. "Since we're below ground now, why don't you tell us who you are?"

"Nothing would bring me more pleasure," she sneered. "I'm Commander Jacin Gatt of the Royal Guard. I see my men didn't relieve you of your weapons." She huffed sharply. "That is Hidal Sul-Bal-"

"Oh, we're already acquainted."

"Fantastic." Gatt scowled at him. When he didn't turn tail and run, she turned her eyes back to Sinead and Mando. "What you see here is the last of the Lurian military still loyal to the rightful ruler of Luria."

"Very impressive," Sinead said, glancing meaningfully around the room. Here, protected from the hot winds, moss grew in the cracks of the stone walls.

Gatt ignored her. "Sources tell me you've already know what happened, so I'll skip the history lesson."

"We only know about the explosion and blockade," Sinead said.

"Right." Gatt pinched the bridge of her nose. "Right. The explosion. All you really need to know is that Luria has been … usurped," her voice dripped with venom. "They call themselves the New Moon collective, but I'm more partial to call them treasonous scum myself. They infiltrated the court until their rot was so entrenched that rooting them out became impossible. They closed the planet down, allowing no communication."

"The blockade's only been there a couple of months," Mando said.

Sul-Bal cleared his throat. Sinead had almost forgotten he was there. "From what little information we've been able to gather, they've held the general populace in control by means of martial law-"

"Until we sent a small strike force planet-side and things went tits up. The barricade went up and since then our sparse streams of information have all dried up."

"It seems that after our little … excursion … the Collective has tightened their hold even more."

Gatt snarled. "People getting executed for the mere suspicion of working with rebel forces."

"I'm very sorry to hear that but what has that to do with us?" Sinead asked.

Gatt stared unblinking at her. "I have a … mutually beneficial proposition for you. In three-point five standard hours, one of the blockade ships will experience a power outage, temporarily disabling the scanners long enough for a single ship to sneak past. I want you to take a small crew of my men planet-side and get back out before the ship goes online."

"Why us?" the Mandalorian said.

"Plausible deniability. This is strictly off the book. King Orleg wants to resolve this peacefully but I know there are no negotiating with terrorists. Either we win or Luria is lost forever."

Sinead sat down in one of the chairs. "And what do we get in return?"

"Full access to all information found in the mine. I heard you over the comm system. You're looking for someone. Are they from Celvalara?" Gatt said.

Sinead bit the inside of her cheek. "No."

Gatt gave her a second before rolling her eyes. "Suit yourself."

"Of course, in the unlikely event of you being captured once you reach Luria, you've never even stepped foot on Celvalara," Sul-Bal said. "We've doctored the docking manifest. Officially, you've never been here."

" Is that why you hide out here? Because your king doesn't want you to interfere?" Sinead said.

"He doesn't want us to fight for our freedom. King Orleg is a great man, but he's always had his blind spots."

"These mines have proved to be excellently suited for our particular needs."

Gatt gestured to the rocks above them. "The stones block all radio frequencies, which of course means that our comms doesn't work either but that's a small price to pay for safety. If the collective does manage to find us, my men has these tunnels memorized. We know every single cave-in, dead-end, and pitfall this side of Celvalara."

Mando tilted his head. "And you're sure the ship'll be out?"

Gatt's lips were a thin white line. "I don't expect full transparency from you as long as you don't expect it from me."

"You're asking us to put a lot of faith in you," said Sinead.

"If the information you're looking for is as valuable to you as I think it is, I don't think you have any choice."

Mando sighed sharply.

"Right. We need a minute to talk it over." Sinead folded her hands across her lap.

Gatt folded her arms across her chest. "This offer has a time limit. When the ship is back online, no one's leaving Luria. Don't think just because you wait out the clock you can nab the data and fly off. It's this or nothing."

"You're asking us to risk our lives for your cause, I think that warrants a discussion."

Sul-Bal smiled nervously. "Yes, yes, you are absolutely right. Gatt, we should leave them to it."

Gatt grunted and got up from her chair. She snatched the datapad from the table and stalked past them.

When the door closed behind Sul-Bal, Sinead looked at Mando. "This might be our only way of getting access to the records."

"This isn't our fight."

"I don't care whose fight it is. I just want to get my hands on those records and this seems to be the fastest way. Unless you want to shoot your way out of here, we're out of options." She hadn't missed the way Gatt made sure they were aware that her men knew the tunnels inside out.

Mando rolled his shoulders, his fists clenching at his side. "Fine. We go in and out, nothing more."

Sinead lifted her hands palms out. "Hey, I don't want to be a part of this either. In and out. Nothing more."