Project Boussh: Practical Intelligence
by Brad Corletti

"Fill Brad in. I'll be along in a sec, I just want to shut the game
down," Nick said.

Voort "Piggy" saBinring went outside. He saw the two X-wings he and
Ooryl had arrived in, and Brad's B-wing. As he walked towards it he
saw Brad in the cockpit.

Asleep.

At 1PM local time.

The Gammorean snorted wetly and walked over to the hatch. He punched
an access code into a keypad and the hatch slid open.

To reveal the muzzle of a blaster.

"Identify," a robotic voice challenged.

"Voort saBinring." Piggy replied.

"Voicescan confirmed. You are not permitted to enter this craft."

Piggy snorted again irritably. "Then get Brad out here. This is
important." Piggy faintly heard music coming from the cockpit. It
seemed vaguely familiar.

There was a pause. Then he heard Brad grumbling as he awoke. The
blaster withdrew.

Brad hopped out of the hatch, his once-pristine white flightsuit now
creased. "Yeah, what's up?" he asked.

"We have a lead," Piggy answered. "A username. Bill Skywalker."

"Never heard of him," Brad replied. "Who is he?"

"Someone who knows someone involved in the kidnapping."

"What assets do we have in place? Can we grab him?" Fire danced in his
eyes.

"We do not know where he is."

"Oh." Brad's posture slumped a little. "That makes things a little
difficult. I can't blow up his house if we don't know where he lives."