The voices came to him dimly. He used the Force to help him screen out the other noises: the constant hum of the freezer, his own breathing. He focused on what was happening outside.
“I don’t care,” someone said. A boy’s voice. “I’ve got my job, too. I’ve got a turbo cart full of meat here to deliver. It’s already paid for. There will be no meals for a week if I don’t get it in that freezer. You can answer to Deca Brun. I won’t.”
“No one goes in or out,” the guard answered gruffly.
Obi-Wan focused the Force like a laser. Then again, we all need to eat.
“Then again, we all need to eat,” the guard said. “Don’t move, there! I’ll push it inside.”
Obi-Wan heard the lock fall away. He stepped away from the door. It opened, and a cart began to roll toward him, completely filling the doorway. Obi-Wan sprang forward. He pushed against the cart with all his strength, again using the Force to help him. The heavy cart shot back, straight into the guard.