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“What’s in the bag?” the man asked from where he was leaning against the booth. Obi-wan stopped, surprised.
“Excuse me?” he replied.
“It’s standard protocol. We have to make sure you aren’t bringing in anything bad.”
Obi-wan stared. Beside him, Anakin was doubled over laughing.
“You’re—you’re new, right? Please tell me you’re new.” Anakin grinned between gasps. Obi-wan sighed.
“What’s so funny?” the man, who couldn’t be called observant, said as Cody himself walked through the doors.
“Is there a problem?” Cody asked and the man instantly stood at attention.
“Not at all, boss. Just making sure we check his stuff,” he said, pointing to the bag slung over Obi-wan’s shoulder.
Cody raised a pointed eyebrow, unimpressed. “I’m your boss, rookie, but who do you think is my boss?” Cody asked dryly, before turning to Obi-wan. “Sir. You’re late.”
The man blanched.