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. Jamil climbed down, rejoined his partner.
Harry was on the comm. "Xris, we've got the code cards. We're now leaving the building. Jamil's released the gas. Everyone inside should be sound asleep by now."
"Good work. When you come, bring the van. There's been a change in plans. Out."
The two exchanged glances, then each looked at his watch.
0940.
It was rather late for a change in plans.
When the van pulled up to the hangar, Xris was there to meet it. The cyborg yanked open the door on Jamil's side.
"I'm going to find out what's happened to Raoul. I'll take Harry with me. You and the others load the gear in the plane. Search through the company's flight records--you'll find them in the hangar office. Find the latest codes and approach vectors for today's run."
Jamil jumped out. Xris, barely waiting for him, climbed inside the van. Tycho and Quong, wearing bright yellow coverails, stood near the spaceplane.
"What about the clock?" Jamil shouted over the roar of the hovervan's engine.
"Screw the clock!" Xris yelled. "We need Raoul and the empath! Don't worry. We'll make up the time en route."
He slammed shut the door. Jamil backed hurriedly away.
Inside the van's cab, all was quiet. Harry was looking unhappy.
"Just drive, damn it!" Xris said irritably.
Harry drove, wheeling the vehicle around so swiftly that the blast from the air jets nearly knocked Jamil off his feet
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