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An imperial spy whispers into his wristlink.
 
042 INT. THRONE ROOM – SIDE AREA.

In the shadows, an IMPERIAL INFORMANT watches the trio leave, then punches a series of buttons on his wrist communicator. After a moment, a voice crackles from the device, and the spy speaks softly into it...

 
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  © 2007 Roderick Vonhögen and Nathaniel Reed and Scott Swearingin