(Chapter fifty five.)

He had been stripped of his armor? Sara pursed her lips and internally slapped herself. The pilot had disguised himself. Hiding in plain sight. He was clever than she had originally thought. Only, how could he have dragged two Stormtrooper's over that dune by himself? It almost seemed as if he had help.

So he's masquerading as a Stormtrooper, Sara mumbled, whipping around to face the Captain. Search each of your squadrons, interrogate every trooper- he has to be among them. Said Sara.

The captain nodded and stalked off, presumably to raise the alert that the prisoner had escaped. Sara couldn't believe her poor luck- or judgement, whichever it was. The pilot was too important to lose, and Sara had sworn that keeping him alive would not be a mistake. But Sara was rapidly being proven wrong.