"I do not threaten, Jedi.. I promise."

"However, the answer to your question is simple. You cannot get her back. I do not need money nor anything you can offer. She was a gift to me and one does not give away or sell a gift."

He leaned forward again a bit.

"And if you try to retrieve her, I will execute you both. Now get the hell out of our club before I have you shot like a diseased beast."

Kamon snarled.

"This wont do at all. Plus, I'm afraid, that once I leave this building, the only time you will be able to execute me is if Ysailimiri are around. Know this. I will not stop until she is returned. I don't take kindly wto people that take a gift that was stolen from someone. That woman works for me, and I want her back. Nothing will stop me from claiming her."

He stood up and walked out of the building. He claimed his lightsaber at the door, and moved as far away from the ysalimir as possible.

Across the way, he sat inside another club, watching out the window, and sensing for Meschi. The club was far enough from the Ysalimiri, fortunately. When he left the club, Kamon would follow.

Radon's transport to Coruscant fell out of hyperspace and began to move toward the planet. Kamon had called him some time ago to bring in a sepcialist team.

The team was already on the planet, and Radon would be the last to arrive. His first mission was to meet with Kamon.

The ship made the drop to the planet, and set down. Radon was in the higher class seats and was allowed to get off first.

He grabbed his coat from the overhead, and walked off the ship. There, he passed through customs, and made his way to the level of the club Kamon was waiting at.

There, he wandered around a while before entering. Approaching Kamon, he took off his hat and sat down.

"What did you want the team for?"

The Sith Master, Meschi, stepped silently from the club into the night air. Moving along the streets, hands within his trench, he walked, without hurrying, towards a large, but rather run down looking, building.

Entering the front door he nodded to the guard and proceeded to the turbo-lifts. Rising until he reached the top floor, he stepped out and entered a penthouse sweet, closing the door behind him.

Kamon nodded to his Rear-Admiral.

"I want them to watch that man that just left the building across the street. However, warn them that he is a Sith. I'll be nearby if they need me."

He took a sip of his drink as he followed the mans presence, to the run down building.

"He's in a run-down building just up the way. Besides that, have the two Intel operatives get me some info on Meschi."

Radon nodded.

"The two operatives figured thats what you would want, and are already working on it."

He stood up, putting his coat back on.

"I'll ge the team to work. If we need you, well you'll know if we do."

He walked out of the building in the opposite direction of the run-down building.


Later...

Pheylan Cavanagh paced the room he was in. Across the way was a rather shabby run-down building. But he had been told to watch it.

He took out his binoculars and watched for any sign of movement. He wouldn't let this Sith slip away.

Pulling out his comlink, he sent a coded message to the rest of the team.

"Stay tight. Don't let him get away."

Meschi, who had been sensing the foolish cretins for quite some time now, had not even gone to his own apartment. He had gone to what was known in the business as a safe-house or a fall back spot.

He had snuck out the back way, onto the balcony and his awaiting sky car. A modified sky car at that. Taking the long way around he entered the traffic lane and, at the last possible moment, had veered off to the side and pulled himself up from below the window from which the men watched him.

He was highly trained, decorated, and skilled in the arts of warfare and surveillance. These sloppy agents could be seen kilometers away.

The turbo laser cannon sprang up from the front of the sky car where it was mounted, and hidden. He gave a smile and a wave through the window mouthing. "Bye Bye." Then released a volley of laser fire tearing the men and the entire suite they had procured into a smoking crater.

Meschi had had a message sent to room Kamon had procured as well. It read.. "Look out your window and up." It was to be delivered at a precise time, and was.

Just after they received it, Meschi came flying down from the traffic lane and waved to them as he passed. He chuckled to himself and re-entered the flow of traffic once more, his laser cannon already tucked away inside the sky car once more.

The message came, and Kamon did what he had been told. Unfortunately, he didn't like what he saw. His men were tore to bits. Some of them anyway. The others were still spread out all over the city.

He glared at Meschi as he passed. He walked outside and procurred the services of a sky car. He took it up to the room that had been torn apart.

The carnage was terrible. Those men that hadn't been torn apart, lay bleeding to death on the floor. He looked up as he sensed one man enter the room. The lone survivor of his group.

"Get in Pheylan. You are coming with me."

The amn did so, and they sped off in pursuit of Meschi, or so it seemed. They swerved off the path and stopped at his safe house. They entered secretly and Kamon masked his Force presence to make it harder for them to be found.

He sat down in a chair. Remorse filled his heart and he realized he would have to send letters to the families. Not something he wanted to do.

Earlier...

As the man stopped on the balcony. Pheylan knew what was going to happen. He dodged out of the room at just the right moment. Cannon fire tearing up the room and the men inside.

He waited a few minutes then reentered the room. The carnage was terrible. Not something he wanted to see. Then Kamon arrived.

Meschi watched his monitors. HA! He knew they would be stupid enough to go back to his safe house. They should have taken the hint that he knew where they were.

Oh, well.. Jedi can be foolish.

The same men who had delivered the message to Kamon previously had rigged his suite, and ever floor five up and down from Kamon's room with high powered explosives while Kamon went to check on the carnage and get his survivors.

Meschi watched, shook his head, then pushed the digital control. Even from this distance the blast was easily heard, seen, and felt. eleven floors of a building which had been there but a split second ago, gone completely as if they had never existed, save for the debris could.

Meschi sped off to his penthouse, parked on his private landing pad, then entered without wearing any emotion on his face.

"Hello, my dear."

Kept in Meschi's penthouse, still held within that force enhanced state, Whisper slept. There were no dreams during sleep; a side effect of the force used upon her. This also allowed her very receptive mind to receive further instructions from those who now 'owned' her.

Just before Meschi had returned, Whisper stirs and awakens; feeling quite refreshed. Vibrant sapphire eyes sweep around the bed chambers, taking in the elegant and rich decor. Hearing, Meschi, she sits up and looks to the door, seeing him standing there; silhoutted against the living area's backlight.

"Hello, darling. I've been waiting for you."

Patting the pillow, she gives him a coy smile and a sly wink.

"Coming to join me?"