You know, staring at your comm won't make Echo contact you any faster.
He and Rex lost most of their squad in that attack.
All because the Empire was after me.
- I have to do something to help them. - You are. By staying away.
He's right. We need to know more about why Hemlock's after you,
and what his M-count experiments mean.
Until then, you have to lay low.
Hey! Incoming transmission. From Phee.
- Who? - She's a liberator of ancient wonders.
Pirate. She's a pirate.
Hey, Phee.
Hey, kid.
What do you got for us?
I've been asking around about this M-count thing,
which hasn't been easy, by the way.
Tech's brain was the data bank, not mine.
But I came through. As always.
And what did you find out?
Word is, certain class one bounty hunters
have been retrieving M-count targets for the Empire.
Why? What's it mean?
Don't know. You're better off asking a bounty hunter.
We have run into a few.
- What about Fennec? - Who?
Fennec Shand.
She was hired by the Kaminoans to abduct Omega.
She might know something.
She's dangerous, but it may be our only option.
I can probably track Fennec down for you.
But she's not gonna hand over that information for free.
Naturally.
I gotta split. I'll get back to you.
Yeah, I don't like it.
We can't trust Fennec. Not around Omega.
Agreed. You and I will go alone.
- But... - This isn't a debate.
Stay on Pabu, and stay out of trouble.
- Both of you. - Fine by me.
Omega.
See if you can convince him to get his hand looked at.
Ignoring it won't make the problem go away.
That's not the price we agreed on.
Be careful what we tell her.
The less Fennec knows, the better.
He has to know it was from me. That's non-negotiable.
- We're in the middle of something here. - Not anymore. Leave.
We'll finish this later.
Sit down. I have no business with them.
You do now.
I remember you two.
You're the clones who ruined one of my scores.
How is Omega?
We're here for information.
- In that case, it's going to cost you. - Yeah, we figured.
- Get out. - I thought we were making a deal?
- It can wait. - Are you serious?
So, what kind of information can I help you with?
See, the way this works
is you tell me what intel or target you're after,
and I give you a price. So stop wasting my time.
We hear the Empire has a bounty out for M-count targets.
- Why do you wanna know about that? - That's our business.
I haven't done one of those jobs myself, but...
I might know someone who has.
Can you put us in touch with them?
Now that will definitely cost you.
- How much? - More than you've got.
But we might be able to work something out.
I've read your files from before.
You're good with demolitions and ordnance, right?
Ha! "Good"? I'm the best.
- And you're the tracker. - What's your point?
There's a bounty I've been trying to bring in.
Worth a lot. But he's been hard to catch without a crew.
Oh, so you want us to work with you?
No. You'll be working for me.
You follow through, I'll get you what you want to know.
Hmm. Deal.
We'll use my ship. And so we're clear...
I keep the payment on the bounty. All of it.
How does your hand feel now?
The same.
Unfortunately, it may never heal 100%.
There's nothing else you can do?
I have exhausted all medical treatment options.
Perhaps the issue is not something physical.
- You think it's in my head? - If you were to elaborate more on
the experimentation you were subjected to,
I could determine the cause.
Forget it.
Crosshair?
We're working for her now? We don't even trust her.
What choice do we have? We need that information.
Just be ready for anything.
We made a deal.
I'm going to keep it as long as you hold up your end.
Wanna tell us who it is we're going after?
Sylar Saris. "The Slayer of Ordo Eris."
One of the slipperiest marks around. Got a tip on his location.
- Well, what did he do? - Hmm. Got greedy.
Took out a couple of top bosses for the Haxion Brood
and escaped with a cache of credits.
Powerful people want him found.
The other hunters that went after him? Never came back.
Sylar knows the planet like the back of his claw.
But eventually, everyone's luck runs out.
Helmets on, boys. The air here will kill you.
Don't go dying on me until the job's done.
I need a boat with speed.
And not something that'll capsize like last time.
Ten? For that?
Yeah, that's what I thought.
Hey, tracker. Keep eyes on the current.
Sylar's got a safe house upriver somewhere. Find it.
You, whatever your name is. Cover us.
The area we're headed is extremely hostile,
so always keep your eyes on the water.
- Why? Wh... What's in the water? - Let's just say I'd never go in it.
Cut the engine.
There's some type of mine up ahead.
- How many? - I can't tell from here.
Better get in there and check it out.
- But you said you'd never go in the water. - And I'm not. You are.
Come on, Wrecker.
Let's get this over with.
There are dozens of them!
And they're all on sensors. We go over them and boom.
At least we're on the right track.
This whole area is booby-trapped. Our best option is to go around.
That's what Sylar wants. He won't be expecting us to disarm them.
We go this way, and we have the element of surprise.
Hmm. It's risky.
You're the explosives expert, right?
You want that information or not?
- Finished? - Not even close.
We'll split up. Go left. I'll go right.
That was close.
Close doesn't count. It's either a hit or a miss.
You're still more capable than most.
That's not good enough for a sniper.
AZI might be right. Whatever they did to you on Tantiss
could've affected you more than you realize.
No. No, no. It's not in my head.
Just because there's nothing AZI can do,
doesn't mean your hand can't get better.
- Maybe you're the one who has to fix it. - Hmm. How?
I have an idea. But you're gonna have to trust me.
I'm not gonna like it, am I?
- You don't like anything. - True.
Two more to go.
Oh. What is it?
Fennec, 12:00.
Wanna speed it up?
Got it!
Unless you wanna be lunch, I'd get up here.
Whoa! Whoa!
That's why I never go in the water.
Well, tracker? Which direction?
- The currents are too calm to tell. - Maybe I was wrong.
Maybe you guys aren't cut out for this job.
Oh. You think you could do better without us?
- I wouldn't be doing any worse. - Even Omega got away from you.
Apparently, she got away from you too.
So what happened with the kid?
- What's it to you? - Just seems odd.
You're both willing to work for me, considering our past.
That information must really be important to you.
And just so you know, I didn't lose Omega.
I let her go when the bounty was called off.
- By who? - The client.
They thought Omega would be safer with you guys.
Guess they were wrong about that.
I guess you'll work for anybody as long as you get paid.
Good guys, bad guys. Their money is all the same.
- Well, money's not everything. - That's 'cause you don't have any.
Someone came through here.
Veer starboard up ahead.
Go check Sylar's hideout. Remember, I need him alive.
- Uh, what about you? - I'm the lookout.
Oh, so we take all the risk, and you get all the reward?
- Pretty much. - Right.
The target went underground.
- Underground? - You heard me!
You think I'd let you slip away from me again?
Fennec Shand.
You were right to bring us along.
I'm always right. Grab him and let's go.
What are we doing?
It's meditation. It'll help you heal.
Not just your hand, but your mind too.
I doubt that.
Now, adjust your position and breathe.
- Where did you learn this? - I picked it up from my friend, Gungi,
and the other Wookiees on Kashyyyk.
- You've been to Kashyyyk? - Uh-huh.
You've missed a lot.
I know.
Now, close your eyes and focus.
- Pleasure doing business with ya. - Hang on.
You promised us information.
I didn't say I had it on me, but I'll get it.
After I deliver Sylar to my client.
That's not what we agreed on.
You can either fight me or trust me. Take your pick.
Good choice. I'll be in touch.
I just finished a job with some clones.
They were asking about the Empire's M-count bounties.
What can you tell me?
I'm sure you can track them down easily enough.
I'll send you what I have.
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