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. Oh, and by the way" Harry winked--"as far as they're concerned, RFComSec is a Naval 'refitting and maintenance station.'"
"That's what they've been told to say, obviously. Does Raoul think the Olicien people know the truth?"
"Not a chance. Oh, they know it's a Naval base--"
"All the people running around in uniforms would probably tip them off," Xris said dryly.
Harry grinned. "Yeah. According to the Little One, no one at Olicien has the least suspicion that they're dealing with anything as big as a top-secret Naval base. Not even the personnel who go up there. The empath gave them the onceover. To them, the space station's nothing more than a floating body-repair shop."
"What's the timetable?" Jamil asked, preparing to set his chronometer.
"It's oh-eight-hundred now. We travel there, get ourselves into position by oh-nine-hundred, which is when you and Harry are supposed to meet Raoul at the Olicien HQ." Xris looked at Harry, who confirmed.
"I went over that with Raoul last night. He says it's all fixed up. Jamil and I are high-level company executives. He's arranged for us to meet with their manager at oh-ninehundred."
"Fine. The spaceplane with the exterminators on board leaves the Olicien grounds at ten hundred. The exterminators are scheduled to arrive at the space station at thirteen hundred."
"Three hours?" Harry was impressed
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