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. I should have considered that, already made plans. I'm slipping. Too emotionally involved. Yeah, I'm emotionally involved!
He made a pretense of running a systems check on his cybernetic ann.
"Good thinking, Doc. Bandage up the little guy's face real good. Hide the bloodstained raincoat and hat. Cover him with a blanket. I'll feed them a line if they ask."
Quong departed. The others stood around, stating at him.
Concerned.
Xris glanced at them irritably. "You guys got nothing better to do?"
They filtered out.
"Coming up on the thousand-kilometer marker, Pilot Luck," the computer reported.
The thousand-kilometer marker was a small navigational buoy placed in the approach lane to guide incoming vessels. Acting as guide was apparently not its only function, however. Strobe lights began to flash.
"We are being scanned, Pilot Luck," XP-28 informed them.
"I thought we'd already been scanned," Harry protested.
"They're looking for weapons," Xris said briefly.
"Well, they won't find any on board this plane," Harry stated with an accusatory glance at Xris. "They're all stacked neatly in that bloody hangar back at Olicien."
Xris smiled, shrugged. Leaving the weapons behind had been--and obviously still was--a sore point. When he'd first mentioned that the team would have to enter the facility weaponless ("Naked!" Tycho said indignantly), Xris was afraid he'd have to either call off the project or find a different team
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