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. He made it a practice to always take out the garbage. Xris spoke into the commlink.
"Tycho, this is Xris, do you read me?"
"I read you loud and clear. I am in position. There are four targets on the tarmac in front of you."
"I see them. I'm going to give them five minutes. With luck they'll move to the far side of the plane. If not, you'll have to take them out." "Understood."
Xris didn't want to have to cross the tarmac in full sight of God, the giant plastic beetle, and the crew of the spaceplane. He didn't want a bunch of comatose bodies littering the ground, either. The sight of fellow crewmen dropping over was almost certain to cause someone to panic and then all hell would break loose.
"Come ore" he said to the crewmen under his breath. "Leave, damn it."
Almost as if obeying his order, three men walked around to the far side of the plane. A fourth remained, however, working on a maintenance panel on the winglet.
"Go along, kid," Xris told him. "Go follow after your buddies."
Quong stood beside him, squinting against the sunlight, unable to see anything more than the plane itself.
"Oh-nine-oh-five, Xris."
The Doc was holding a short-barreled autogun. It could fire two hundred bursts per second and was 'known as a "corridor broom" for its capability of making a clean sweep of any small area. It had no stun capabilities, but it was Doc's favorite weapon
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