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THE LEAGUE OF SPIES Aaron Allston BONADAN BOOKS THE LEAGUE OF SPIES by Aaron Aalston “I’m here to make your day a lucky one” Joram said. The head he addressed had sharp, intelligent features surrounded by a neatly trimmed black beard and mustache. The man who owned it had the door to his quarters open only a few centimeters so Joram couldn’t seethe rest of his body. The man said nothing. He glanced over Joram’s shoulder to the land- speeder lane beyond, a city thoroughfare that was crowded with fast-moving speeders and slower delivery flats. Joram repeated, “I’m here to make your day...” The door slid fully open, revealing the man to be of Joram’s above- average height. He was as broad in the shoulder as Joram but more muscular. He wore close-fitting black garments that were completely out of style on this color-mad, comfort-conscious world. He seized the collar of Joram’s tunic and yanked. Joram couldn’t help but lean forward, but caught himself on the doorjamb with one hand. “...a lucky one,” he concluded. “Get in here.” “Countersign.” “I’m your mission commander, and I say get in here instantly” Joram grinned. “My blaster in your gut says I stay here until I hear the correct countersign.” The man looked down. A holdout blaster, small enough to be dwarfed by Joram’s right hand, was indeed pressed into his stomach. “I am very proficient in the combat arts and I knew that was there,” the man said. “I could have taken it from you at any time.” “Countersign.” Joram held his smile. A red dot danced around on the chest and neck of the man he faced, but the fellow couldn’t see it. If he tried to seize the blaster, he would die. The man sighed. “You don’t need luck when you’re as