Chapter 4

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IT TOOK several minutes for the crew of the Ghost to reach the abandoned radio tower. This extremely bothered Kanan despite himself. Every minute they spent travelling was another minute Ezra was still missing.

They stopped at the foot of the tower, where there was a lift waiting there for them. Hera pressed a button and the doors sprang open with a pneumatic hiss - so easily that it was obvious that Ezra had taken care of them well.

The rebels stepped into the lift (it was a bit of a squeeze, especially for Zeb; and even in this time of urgency and tension, Kanan made sure that he was the one pressed against Hera), which promptly took them up to the balcony that surrounded the top of the radio tower.

The breeze was blowing harder and chillier up here than it had been from down below in the fields. Zeb stepped out of the lift first, followed by Sabine, Hera, and then Kanan, and stepped aside, his ears giving a twitch as he glanced around.

"Yep, this seems like the sort of place the kid would like to hang around," the Lasat mused gruffly, patting the thin guardrail. "Fall over this, and you're a goner."

"Let's focus, Zeb," Kanan said grimly. The dark-haired Jedi was certainly on edge. His companions watched with concern as he hurriedly inspected every inch of the balcony - which wasn't wide enough for anyone else to safely assist him- for any sign of his Padawan.

But when he returned to the others, their spirits fell. Kanan's face was even more despairing than it had been before.

"He's not out here," he told them needlessly, his voice low with disappointment and worry. "Let's head inside."

His friends all gave him solemn nods of agreement. Kanan swiftly found the door that lead into the former control room of the tower and stepped inside.

The other three stood anticipatingly behind him as he peered into the room.

"Ezra?"


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