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. Raoul had learned--under duress---how to draw a fairly clear diagram. But he found the task tedious in the extreme and Xris had never been able to break the Adonian of the habit of embellishing the mundane work with fanciful doodles. Jamil was forced to trace his route from the entrance to the manager's office through several large beetles; two eyes and a smiling mouth had been added to the O of "Olicien."
Quong worked on Harry's "contraption"ma device meant to look like a souped-up bug killer, but which had other, far more interesting applications. Xxis removed his business suit, put on body armor which had been modified to free up his cybernetic arm and leg, detached the useless cosmetic hand. From a compartment built into the leg, the cyborg removed one of his weapons hands, attached it to the arm.
Quong looked up from his work. "Which one is that?"
"Small rocket launcher."
The rockets were heat-guided. Xris's servoelectric 'eye processed the target's image and downloaded it to the rocket just before launch. The small rocket would zero in on its prey with unerring efficiency.
"Heavy-duty for this job," Quong observed. "I trust I won't have to use it," Xris said quiefiy. Quong said something else, but Xris pretended he didn't hear. Once he was outfitted and had done a systems check, he took out a twist, moved over to sit next to the van's open window for a smoke
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