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. "They must have hyperdrive."
"They do," Xris said. "I took a look at the plane yesterday, spent some time chatting with one of the mechanics. Said I was looking for work. The plane--"
"You short of credits, Xris?" Harry asked anxiously. "'Cause I'd be happy to loan you a few."
Xris scratched his forehead. Harry was a good fighter, an excellent pilot, and the best hovercraft driver in the business. But, over the years, the big man had taken one too many stun-blasts to the head.
"No, Harry." Xris was patient. "I'm not. But thanks anyway. We're dealing with your standard light-cargo spaceplane, with a few major exceptions. These include hyperspace capability and an XP-28 computer upgrade."
"Compliments of the Royal Navy, no doubt. Your tax dollars at work, gentlemen," Tycho muttered through his translator.
"The Olicien plane's crew never deviates from their time schedule," Xris continued, "so neither can we. They've got a thirty-minCe window to make their landing on the space station or the trip's scrubbed for the day, rescheduled. Security reasons, obviously. RFComSec wants the exterminators there when the place is quiet--which suits us fine." "I am all in favor of quiet," Quong agreed.
"Raoul and the Litfie One join us at the Olicien plant at oh-nine-hundred. That gives Quong and Tycho and me an hour to hijack the plane, load all the equipment
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