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"Yeah." Harry snorted. He flinched when Quong placed the cold metal inserter on his skin behind his ear, yelped when the device went in. "It's the sound I hate. Thump! Like it hits bone or something."
"It's all in your head," Quong said, and laughed loudly at his own joke.
He was the only one. Harry didn't get it. Xris didn't hear it. He was staring fixedly at the space station. "Xris ..."
He glanced around. "What? Did you say something, Doc?"
"I'll need to make adjustments to your receiver to put you on the same frequency," Quong repeated patiently. He'd said the same thing three times now.
Xris tilted his head. The Doc depressed a tiny button in back of the cyborg's left ear, opened a small panel. Using minuscule, delicate tools, Quong made the necessary adjustments.
"Okay, boss. Give it a try."
"Right, listen up. Does everybody hear me?"
Harry nodded, grumbled. "Yeah. It tickles. I hate that damn tickle."
Tycho's voice reverberated in Xris's ear. "Check."
Jamil came in next.
Quong confirmed his with a quick nod. He snapped shut the panel.
"What do you want me to do with the Little One?"
"Leave him here. He'll be all right, won't he?"
"Yes, but that wasn't what I meant. Surely someone on that station is going to ask why only five of us show up for work when they've scanned six life-forms on board."
Xris swore to himself and at himself
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