JYN HAD resigned herself to prison. After running from place to place for so long, it was something of a relief to finally be able to stop.

Besides, as far as she could see, there was no way out of this one, at least not on her own. Not yet.

She was on a work detail, riding with a few other hard cases to a site where they’d be set to breaking rocks or shoveling garbage out of a compactor—whatever nasty work the Empire needed done. They had three stormtroopers in the back of their ride to guard just five prisoners, which seemed like overkill, but Jyn didn’t care to tell the Imperial Prison Service how to do its job.

The transport ground to a halt, and a moment later, a magnetic grenade blew the front door open. Blaster fire took down the three troopers fast, and an armed man stormed in shouting for Liana Hallik.

Jyn recognized the name. It was the one she’d been using when she was arrested. Still, she remained quiet.

It didn’t matter. The next soldier who came through the door recognized her.

“You want to get out of here?” the first one said.

Jyn gave him a hesitant nod, and a third soldier moved up and removed her shackles. One of her fellow prisoners lifted his own shackled arms and shouted, “Hey! What about me?”

Jyn used the distraction to kick the first soldier in the gut, knocking him against the far wall. Then she punched out the second soldier and fought past the third one. If those fools were going to give her a means to escape, she planned to use it—but she didn’t want to wind up stuck with them.

Jyn charged for the transport’s open door, but a large Imperial security droid blocked her way. Tall and made of sturdy black metal, it stared down at her with glowing eyes. Before she could stop it, it grabbed her by the collar, then threw her hard onto the ground.

“Congratulations,” it said in a synthetic male voice. “You are being rescued. Please do not resist.”

Jyn decided she would listen to the droid. For now.