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"Nice work, boss."
"It's a standard Morubundi K-33 Keypad. Any teenager with a screwdriver could have taken it out. Navy probably required them to install some sort of security system and Olicien bought the cheapest on the market."
"You can't blame them," said Tycho. "What are the odds that something like this would happen to them?" "I guess this is just their lucky day," Xris said, grinning. He headed back into the hangar, rejoined Quong and his prisoners, who were now slumbering peacefully on the cement floor. Quong exhibited a can of hypno-spray. Xris nodded.
Tycho set up his rifle on top of a storage bin, aimed the weapon at the double doors leading into the Olicien facility. Quong began to strip off the crew's yellow, bug-adorned coverails.
0915.
All going according to plan.
And then his comm buzzed.
Quong and Tycho looked up, faintly alarmed.
"Xris here," Xris answered briefly.
"Is this Mr. Borg's office? Is that you, Mable?" Harry's voice. "Uh, put me through to Cy, will you, sweetheart?"
Someone must be listening in.
Xris took out a twist, put it between his lips. "This is Mr. Borg. What's wrong, Harry?"
"It's Raoul, Cy. You heard from him?"
"No, not a word. What's the matter?"
"He's not here, Cy. Raoul never showed."
CHAPTER 13
Attack when they are unprepared, make your move when they do not expect it
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