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. Harry, start the plane up. The rest of you get on board; Doc and I'll be along in a second. Someone's kidnapped Raoul. We'll have to go without him."
Harry came around to the back end of the van. Doc was already inside, examining the Little One. Tycho and Jamil looked at Harry, looked at each other, looked at Xris.
"We are going," Xris said, his voice tight. "We've gone too far to stop now."
The others nodded, left. Xris couldn't tell whether they agreed with him or were simply too well disciplined to argue.
Not that it mattered.
He turned back to the van.
"Holy Master!" he heard Quong say, and the man sounded awed.
"Well, Doc? How is he?" Xris tried to curb his impatience to be gone.
Quong turned. His almond-shaped eyes were wide; his mouth gaped.
"Xris, did you know? He"--the Doc gestured at the Little One--"he is a Tongan! I've never seen one before, but I'd stake my professional career on it."
"I don't care if he's Derek Sagan's grandmother," Xris said acidly. "Is he alive?" "Yes, but--"
"Can you help him?"
"I think so." Quong sounded dubious. "I don't know that much about Tongan physiology. No human in our profession does. You see, no one's ever had a living specimen to study. Or a dead one, for that matter. No human has ever been allowed on the planet and, so far as I know, not a single Tongan has been permitted off-planet
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