-Do you always travel like this?-Obi-Wan leaned back on his seat casually, his entire posture suggesting comfort and carelessness.
-Like what?- She turned to him. Her eyes slid over the Jedi's loose position and ended on his hand that grabbed the door frame of their air-taxi. His knuckles where snow-white.
-Oh. You don't like flying...
-Why would you say that?-Obi-Wan asked, absentmindedly.
But she wouldn't answer, instead she said something to the pilot, who than tempered their reckless speed to a more acceptable one.
-As for answering your question, no I usually don't. But in Corusant I do have right to journey with more...freedom. And since the traffic here otherwise is an absolute nightmare...I might have gotten used to it- a wild, rare smile lit up her features- The speed is intoxicating- she beamed.- But I assume you don't enjoy flying.
-I don't mind flying...- but he stopped in mid sentence, listening to the Force's disturbed signs....-We are being tracked.
-Malicious intent?- she asked calmly.
-Undoubtedly.
-What are your suggestions?
-Let me drive- he turned to the pilot, who immediately obeyed.- We will try to loose him- he grunted as he took over the controls. The next minute the engines screamed to life and the vivid nightlife of Corusant blurred into a glowing mass around them.
-He is keeping up. Kriff it- and he increased speed further, taking unpredictable changes of direction, until he finally decided it was time to dive.
They whooshed through the different levels of traffic and, just mere millimeters before hitting the ground, Obi-Wan yanked the taxi upwards and they repeated the same dizzying journey, only this time, they aimed for the skies.
-Alright, that's done, he has lost us- he said, obviously satisfied with his job... But the unusual way of traveling had tipped the Corusant traffic off balance, resulting in a huge airbus heading straight towards them...involuntarily.
Obi-Wan had only one second to decide- in which he managed to fly their taxi somewhat higher, thus avoiding direct collision... And causing a rather uncomfortable crash landing on the high platforms of the very building they were looking for.
-Are you insane?- Amnil whispered out of breath. -What the hell was that? I thought you didn't like flying.
-Just because I don't enjoy it, doesn't mean I can't do it...- He grunted and helped the pilot to climb out of the passengers seat. Amnil already did so- of course. She stood right in front of the entrance, staring at it's name, with clear distaste on her face.
Obi-Wan joined her... - Are you sure this is the address?- he asked, confused. Amnil nodded.
-I am afraid so, yes.
-But...
-Yes?
-This is a nightclub.
-Yes.
-I thought it is a party for upper core diplomats and politicians.
-Yes it is.
-In a strip club?
-Yes.
-Does this happen a lot?
-Sometimes.
-Do you enjoy these sort of things?- his voice was thick with disgust...
-Do I look like I do?
-No...- he answered after careful consideration... -But than why did you..?
-Because I have to... besides, just because I don't enjoy something, doesn't mean I can't do it- she quoted, her dry humor not even enough to make herself smile.-Come on, let's get this over with!
- I have...
-A bad feeling about this, I know...You always do...About everything, really. Now come on!!-she entered.
And Obi-Wan knew, not just felt, but knew that things were certainly about to get really bad...