They stood there in the middle of nowhere, on a planet the rest of the galaxy had more than half forgotten, pointing assault rifles at one another, from a distance of less than a meter. Han could see the moon, reflected darkly on the black visor. He was still out of breath from the running. His voice caught when he spoke. "I guess we're going to die together." Fett's voice-as harsh and raw as ever. "Evidently." Han stared over the sight at him. "Your armor won't save you. Not at this range."

"No."

"I doubt you can kill me quick enough to keep me from firing."

Fett's helmet moved, slightly-a nod. "I doubt it too."-Pg.369