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"My gawd!" Harry's jaw sagged. "The Royal Navy and the bureau?
"You can leave," Xris said coldly. "There's the door. No one's keeping you."
"Look, Xris. I'm sorry. I didn't mean-- It's just that--"
"Xris Cyborg." Raoul stood up. Taking care to avoid stepping on his diminutive partner, the Loft walked over to Xris, laid a gentle hand on the cyborg's good ann. "You are not being sensible. Not being logical. And this is very much not like you, my friend. You are permitting this woman who is a dead man to run away with your emotions. You know that everyone in this room is most loyal to you, Xris Cyborg."
The others in the room nodded earnestly, openly voiced their support.
"Precisely." Raoul neatly cut them off. "But, as the saying goes, you must look at yourself from the rear in order to tell if your panty hose are crooked."
"Does all this have a point?" Xris demanded.
"My friend, if you came to yourself with this job and told yourself what you have told us... you must admit, Xris Cyborg, that you would tell yourself to go play in hyperspace. If you would reveal the truth to your friends--tell us, for example, the fact that this dead man/woman is the one responsible for the explosion which left you--"
"All right!" Xris snapped sullenly. He glared at the Little One. "So much for trying to keep anything private around the mental sponge
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