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. Lee had quit the team to get married. Harry was the only one left of the old bunch. He'd never seen Xris--usually as cool as the metal he was mostly made of--nervous, on edge.
A lilting voice came floating through the commlink. "It is--" A pause, as if the person speaking had to think about it.
"Raoul," said Harry, grinning.
"Raoul," decided the voice. "And the Little One."
Xris switched the screen from the bar area to the hallway outside the meeting room.
Raoul, resplendent in an eye-piercing fluorescent green unitard, smiled blissfully and waved to the cam.
Xris activated the controls, admitting the Loti, the raincoated Little One, and a heady wave of perfume.
Raoul wafted inside the room. "Xris Cyborg," he said gravely, gliding over and giving Xris a light kiss on his left cheek. "I am extremely pleased to see you again. The Little One also extends his most gracious compliments." The raincoat shook itself, like a dog readjusting its fur. Xris, accustomed to the typical Adonian form of greeting, submitted to the Loti's kiss with a good grace, but only after he'd taken a close, scrutinizing look at Raoul's lips. Not that Xris feared Raoul would deliberately poison his boss, but the fact that he was wearing lethal lip gloss occasionally slipped the Loti's drug-fogged mind.
"Peach-flavored, nothing more." Raoul flicked his tongue over his orange-tinged mouth
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