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. It was big enough to accommodate passengers and cargo, was equipped with shields and reinforced superstructure to withstand the rigors of hyperspace.
Xris gestured. Quong headed for the nose of the spaceplane. Xris ran to the tail section.
The four crewmen were bunched together, gathered around a large maintenance 'bot, cheerfully discussing something being displayed on a computer screen. None of them was armed; not surprising.
This was all so easy. So damn easy.
Xris rounded the plane's tail, eased to a walk. He raised his weapons hand, aimed.
"Good morning, friends." Xris shouted above the conversation to make himself heard. "If you all keep very still, no one will get hurt."
At the sound of a strange voice, four heads jerked around. One of the men, who recognized Xris from their talk yesterday, grinned as if he thought this was a joke. The grin slid from his face when he got a good look at Xris's arm, noticed the metal projectiles that had replaced the cyborg's left hand.
Quong appeared from around the plane's nose, the autogun leveled.
The crewmen began to yamruer. Typical Aurigans, they wanted to discuss the matter. A motion from Xris's metal hand silenced them. They raised their arms in the air.
Quong kept the men covered. Xris hurried to the hangar, looked inside. The hangar was extremely dark, especially after the brightness of the sunlit tarmac
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