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Raoul nodded complacently, repeated "Rowan" to himself several times, spread his fingers, and waved his hands in the air to dry the nail polish.
Xris again indicated the holograph. "Best-case scenario would be to catch Rowan alone in her apartment, which is located somewhere in this block. But that's out, for several reasons. Getting onto the space station itself is going to be damn difficult. Once we get there, we're going to have a limited amount of time, so we'll have to move fast. One thing the military doesn't give out is the addresses of its people. We could spend hours wandering around the station searching for her housing unit, only to find out when we get there that she's not at home.
"But she works in a place called FCWing. Once we're inside, we tap into the computer, ask it where to find FCWing, and let the computer lead us right to him. Her." Raoul rolled his eyes, gave a delicate sigh.
Xris pretended he didn't hear. "If Rowan's in an office by herself no problem. I'll need five minutes alone--"
"Five minutes! To take out a mark?" Harry. was a bit thick-headed.
Xris stared fixedly at the holograph. "I need time for a short conversation."
Harry looked uncomfortable. "Sure, Xris. Sorry. I wasn't thinking."
Xris turned, walked away from the table over to the trash receptacle located beneath a fully stocked bar. He spit the soggy wad of tobacco into the trash, then helped himself to a brandy--Mataska 7 Star
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