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(BEEPING, WHIRRING)
What would we be stealing?
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(WHOOSHING)
TARAMYN: Echo engaged. Lockin' now.
(RADIO WHIRRING, BEEPING)
Wait.
(SIGHS)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Do not engage.
He's an engineer. You won't charm him.
I'm not wearing that.
You should've been here when Cinta found out.
these last 12 years.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
I believe in something. Why am I so unsettled?
CASSIAN: I'm flying blind!
Call it.
Go. I'm almost done. I'll be right behind you.
That's why you're here? Revenge?
Freedom? Independence? Justice?
(GRUNTS)
These people hate us.
Wrong time to mess up.
It'll all be over this time tomorrow.
You certainly whine about it enough.
SOLDIER: But we'll miss the Eye.
Welcome, sir.
Let's move!
(WHIRRING)
Try the inverse channel.
Looks Imperial.
MAN: Aldhani.
It's not you, Doc.
VEL: Keep moving! Keep moving.
CASSIAN: What? It's not working?
They're from Alkenzi? We're from the garrison.
(JAYHOLD CHUCKLES)
Echo-One.
(GRUNTS)
Well...
(GLASS BREAKING)
All right, listen up!
(ROBODA BREATHING HEAVILY)
But I'm glad that you're here.
The quarterly payroll for an entire Imperial sector.
So just leave them here?
Let's go!
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
Yes, I've been warned.
Go! Move around him! Move!
TARAMYN: Echo-One.
that this is a boot to the throats of all Ghormans,
(PETIGAR GRIMACES)
(STATIC)
(GROANING)
(TENSE MUSIC INTENSIFIES)
- TARAMYN: Load! - Out of the way!