Soresh sighed. “This is Sittana marble and it certainly looks better without holes in it,” he said. “But I suppose I should thank you for not putting one in my head.” “What are you doing here?” X-7 asked harshly. “Oh, your Rebel reconnaissance didn’t reveal that I was in the neighborhood?” Soresh asked with false shock. X-7 kept his face blank. So Soresh knew about the Rebel plans—which meant they were doomed. “I’m supervising the new munitions shipments—and more to the point, I’m supervising you. You think I can afford to have an agent running wild through the galaxy? In this condition? That should be obvious. No, the question you should be asking is why are you here?” He formed a temple with his fingers and propped his chin on his fingertips. “I didn’t train you to be the kind of man who could be surprised.” He pressed something on his desk, and the door to the turbolift disappeared into the wall.
