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. His natural eye went temporarily blind, but his artificial eye instantly refocused and adjusted filters.
Only one man was in the hangar, and he was seated before a small computer, shouting commands at it. In addition, some sort of machine with a loose beating was making a deafening racket. The man hadn't heard anything that had gone on outside, apparently. Xris walked right up to him, poked the hard steel of his weapons hand into the base of the man's skull.
"Don't say a word," Xris ordered. "Move your fingers away from the keyboard. Now."
It was possible the computer was tied to a central system inside Olicien. A verbal or typed warning could sound the alarm. The mechanic was too shaken by the sudden feel of cold steel on his flesh to do anything, however. He went rigid with fear. Xris eventually gave up trying to get the mechanic to raise his hands. The poor guy couldn't move.
Xris motioned. "Bring 'em inside."
The other four crewmen marched into the hangar, their hands on top of their heads. Quong dragged the fifth man out of the chair, added him to the group, and herded them into the center of the hangar.
Xris was back on the comm. "Tycho, this is Xris. All is secure. Move in."
"I'm on my way."
Xris left Quong on guard duty, went back outside. He touched a control on his ann. A door on the side of his mechanical leg popped open, revealing a holding rack for tools and weapons
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