RZ-7 Whistle

Before he could get any more insistent, Karr, Maize, and RZ-7 darted outside into the punishing desert sun. The door slammed behind them.

“Perfect,” Maize muttered.

But RZ-7 disagreed. “On the bright side, miss…Mr. Plutt has now secured himself indoors, and we’re interested in what he keeps outdoors.” He popped his head toward the open junk lot.

“Let’s go see what we can find,” Karr said. “But let’s stay off his radar, if we can. Let’s split up while we’re looking. If anybody finds anything interesting…whistle or something.”

The droid was on board. “Very good, sir. How about this?” He then emitted a high-pitch whistle that caused everyone in the area to look and even a few animals to stagger in pain.

Karr lowered his hands from his ears. “I’d suggest about a thousand decibels lower, but you’ve got the right idea.”

With that, Karr pulled his scarf up over his head to protect it from the sun and also to cover his face—as if Plutt wouldn’t know him if he saw him sneaking about beneath the tarps. It made him feel like a spy on a mission. Was that what this was? Well, it was fun to pretend, and he needed to stay out of the Crolute’s line of sight.


- Force Collector, Chapter 9