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"He means no harm. And I think that you will feel better if you will ease your soul of this--"
"Your lipstick's smudged," Xris pointed out.
Raoul paled. "Is it? Very badly?" His hand went to his mouth.
"Smeared all over your face."
Raoul was stricken. "If I might be excused--"
"The bathroom's over there." Xris indicated a door.
Grabbing his makeup kit, the Adonian departed.
Xris could not look at the rest of the team. He walked over to the window, stared out moodily. "The crazy Loti's right. I came into this ass-backward. To make a long story short--"
"You don't need to tell me any more, Xris," Harry interrupted. "I know all I need to know. Count me in. And you don't have to pay me double. The usual pay's good enough."
"I'm in, Xris," said Jamil Khizr. "You can pay me whatever you consider I am worth."
He was worth plenty, and he knew it. So did Xris. The handsome, black-skinned human had been a heavy weapons instructor in the Royal Marines. He had caught Xris's attention during a raid on Tarmigan, when Mag Force 7--acting under cover on request of the Lord of the Admiralty--had infiltrated the marine unit posted there in order to flush out a spy.
Major Khizr had been of enormous help, showing a real talent for this type of work, talent that was being wasted in firing off practice rounds and droning classroom lectures
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