"If you want to make a complaint you have to take it to the Council."
A man who looked older than the others advanced. On his shoulder was the emblem of the crossed pens, indicating he was an instructor. He glared around at the others. "You know better," he said, "than to sneak a girl in here."
Somebody chuckled. "She was on the compound. Did you want her to be discovered and maybe get permanent restriction? We'll get her out safe somehow."
The instructor turned back to Susan. "You'll have to keep mum at the factory," he warned. "A single word and you'll have the Council on our necks."
"But I have to find someone," she said. "From Firelance."
"Oh!" Glum looks spread.
"His name is Darth Brady," she went on quickly. "He trained here. He went out three years ago."
"Darth Brady!" somebody said. "That gibbering cripple—"
"Quiet!" ordered the instructor. "The next man that mentions a forbidden subject will go before the Council." He turned back to Susan. "We must get you back to your place."
"But I have to find Darth Brady."