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. Harry enjoyed the drive. No one attempted to talk to Xris, although he could feel their anxious gazes slide over him, then slide quickly away. He smoked another twist.
They left the central city, buzzed over the suburbs, and entered a large industrial park, which appeared to be trying to hide the fact that it was an industrial park by camouflaging itself with trees, pruned hedges, and a few placid ponds. The buildings housing the various businesses were indistinguishable from one another--long, low warehouses trying valiantly not to look like warehouses.
A sign posted at the entrance to the park warned that space vehicles took off and landed on this site. Hovercraft were advised, for their own safety, to keep close to ground level and stay in the marked lanes.
"AccoMing to the map, we're coming up on it, Xris," Harry reported, peering intently at the various signs adorned with various company logos.
Xris left his seat in the rear of the van, came to sit beside Harry.
"You can't miss it. The building's painted bright yellow and there's a giant plastic bug on the front lawn. By the way, the spaceplane's painted the same color."
Harry shook his head. "Hell of a thing to do to an XP-28. They're sensitive, you know."
"I know." XJ'is was sympathetic. "You two can commiserate- over it."
Harry slowed the van. The others stared with interest out the window
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