JYN HAD almost started to like Cassian. He’d done well in Jedha City. She could see why the Rebellion had sent him along with her on the mission, as dangerous as it was. He could handle just about anything thrown at him, and she respected that.

On the trip out to Eadu, though, he’d started to clam up. And when he’d insisted on leaving the rest of them in the crashed ship while he and Bodhi scouted the place? That hadn’t sat right with her.

The storm raged outside the ship, and Jyn was happy to have an excuse not to go out into it. She didn’t like the idea of running into a patrol of stormtroopers in that mess, either.

But Cassian hadn’t given her a good excuse, and she knew it.

Chirrut spoke up. “Does he look like a killer?”

For a moment, Jyn wasn’t sure if the monk was talking to her or someone else. Either way, Baze answered first.

“No. He has the face of a friend.”

That still mystified her. The two men had the way about them of longtime friends who shared so much background they didn’t need to explain much to each other, but she wasn’t in on that with them.

“Who are you talking about?” she asked.

Baze nodded at the door. “Captain Andor.”

Cassian? Had the two noticed something about him that she hadn’t?

“Why do you ask that?”

Baze shrugged. He hadn’t asked anything.

Jyn focused on Chirrut and spoke directly to him. “What do you mean, ‘Does he look like a killer?’”

“The Force moves darkly near a creature that’s about to kill.”

What did that mean? Jyn wasn’t inclined to give too much credence to a monk babbling about a failed religion. Cassian had said he and Bodhi were going out to scout the area. If he was planning to kill someone, would he have taken Bodhi with him?

K-2SO spoke then, making an offhand observation as he continued his work. “His weapon was in the sniper configuration.”

The droid had a horrible habit of speaking his mind without a filter of any sort. Perhaps this was one time when it would work to Jyn’s advantage.

Jyn didn’t know what Cassian was up to. She didn’t have any real proof he had gone out there to kill someone. Like her father.

But this wasn’t a court of law. She didn’t need proof. The one thing she did need, she realized, was to find out—before it was too late.

Without a word, Jyn headed for the U-wing’s door. She slipped into the rain-soaked night.

She wasn’t sure where Cassian and Bodhi were headed, but they weren’t loitering near the ship for sure. She picked a likely direction and started off into the darkness.

Soon Jyn came to a fork in the path she’d chosen, one way leading up and the other down. The way down looked like it offered her a better chance to actually get into the base, so she chose that.