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. And who would he cormnunicate with if he did? The Little One never "talked" to anyone except Raoul.
Xris swore softly to himself. He should abort the job right now. End it. Give it up. Call it off. The Olicien people would think it was a bungled robbery, leave it at that. Breaking into RFComSec was too dangerous without Raoul and the Little One.
Too dangerous.
And yet, Xris said to himself, when will I have this chance again?
Olicien would be on their guard after this. Plus the Royal Navy--eternally paranoid--would undoubtedly conclude that this "robbery" had something to do with their top-secret space station. They'd tighten security until not even His Majesty could get on base without being strip-searched. What's worse, the Navy might start asking questions ....
Xris took out a twist, absently chewed on it, stared out the van's window. He was seeing not the Olicien Pest Control factory, which was looming ahead, but another factory. A factory in a swamp. A factory that had become a tomb.
A tomb for the living, as well as the dead.
For though they ternled him "alive," the living Xris, the Xris he had been, was buried in the rubble alongside what remained of Ito.
The van glided to a halt, set down on the tarmac. The rest of the team surged out of the hangar. Xris shoved open the doors.
"Doc!" he called. "Take a look at the Little One
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