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. And for a lot of other deaths. Maybe thousands. Because of him, the Corasians got their robot claws on some of the latest in firepower--weapons they used against our people on places like Shiloh's Planet."
The Little One jerked suddenly as if in pain.
"Shut up," said Xris softly, taking the twist from his mouth. "Just shut up."
The Little One cringed and shrank back against Raoul's legs.
"He was responsible for the deaths?" Raoul was puzzled. "Whom is it that we are discussing? He who?"
"I meant she!" Xris snapped his teeth viciously down on what was left of the twist.
"First he is a he, then a she, then a he again, and now back to a she. I beg your pardon, Xris Cyborg"--Raoul shook his head gently, so as not to muss his hair--"but I am extremely confused."
"Look, Xris," Harry spoke slowly, reluctantly, "I'm not one to question your judgment. If you say this ... uh ... person's got to die, then that's good enough for me. But if there's a warrant out, why take the chance on being sent to the terminator? Why not just arrest ... this person?"
"Because he's dead," Xris said. Raoul gave a faint moan, pressed his hands to his temples. "Legally he's dead. In reality, he's still alive, but I'd have a hell of a time proving it. Not that the case would ever come to trial," Xris continued bitterly. "They'd see to that-FISA. They've got their own dirty little secrets to hide
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