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Xris grunted. "You're late."
"I am? For what?" Raoul was astonished.
"The meeting. I didn't bring you here to celebrate old home week," Xris added wryly.
"Meeting ..." Raoul cast a vague glance around the room, suddenly noticed there were other people present. He gave them a charming smile, fluttered his fingers at them. "The team assembled. I am extremely pleasured to see you all again. The Litfie One, as well. We are sorry to have kept you waiting." He turned to Xris with a reproachful air. "We were not informed that our presences were required in a timely and immediate fashion."
"The meeting was called for thirteen hundred hours--"
"But you didn't tell us we had to be here by then," Raoul pointed out with an aggrieved air. Green eyelids--to match his unitard--fluttered. "I do not see how this can be my fault, Xris Cyborg."
Xris opened his mouth, shut it on what would have been a caustic remark. The last thing he wanted to do now was hurt the Adonian's feelings. The thought of Raoul's face, streaked with tears and green eyeliner, was too much. Besides, what Raoul had said was true. The Loti operated on his own time system, which bore little or no relation to any other time system currently in use anywhere in the galaxy. Xris had never quite figured it out. When timing was critical to the operation, Raoul and the Little One were always where they were supposed to be at the precise second
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