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. Maintain contact. You know the routine."
"Very well, Xris Cyborg. The Olicien Company on Alinus Misk. The bug place sounds perfectly ghastly. But we will be there."
"I know you will. And listen." Xris paused a moment, then said quietly, "I won't let the team down. I'll do what I have to do."
Raoul shrugged, smiled his euphoric smile as though he hadn't a care in the universe. "Time will tell, won't it, Xris Cyborg?"
Shepherding the Little One, who had relaxed considerably, the Loti headed for the door. Xris was quick to hit the controls, open it. "One last question." Raoul teetered on the threshold. Xris remained patient. A glitch in his system was the probable cause of the fingers on his metal hand clenching. "What?"
"About those coverails--"
"Yes. You have to wear them." Xris gave the Loti a push, shut the door.
Left alone, the cyborg returned to the table to pack up the holographic equipment. He deleted the image of the space station, was about to shut down the power when, on impulse, he touched a control, brought up another holograph.
A man. Dalin Rowan.
Xris had taken Darlene Mohini's photograph, fed it into the computer, made a few changes, and found his friend. At that point, he'd begun to believe.
"Why did you do it?" he asked the silent image. "Set us up for the kill? I just need to know why!"
A red light above the clock began to flash
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