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. Harry had balked, Tycho and Jamil had argued vehemently. Even Quong, who generally obeyed orders with cold-blooded mechanical precision, had expressed doubts.
"If everything goes according to plan," Xris had argued patiently, "we won't need weapons. I don't want to take the chance of an innocent person getting hurt. We'll be long gone before anyone ever figures out something's wrong. We stroll in, stroll out. An hour after we've left, Dalin Rowan drops dead. Cause: unknown." This part of the plan had not met with general enthusiasm. "And if something does go wrong?" Jamil had asked. "The station is crawling with armed Marines," Xris had replied lightly. "You won't have any trouble finding weapons."
"We just can't shoot anyone," Jamil had said glumly.
"Right."
The cargo plane flew slowly past the marker.
Xris reached in his pocket, pulled out a twist, and lit it. The statement that there were no weapons on board wasn't quite accurate. Tycho had brought along the duonamic sights. Xris was armed. His weapons hand and its assorted devices were packed into his leg compartment. Shielded, of course, but a truly sophisticated scanner might just pick them up ....
Olicien Two Five Niner set off no alarms.
RFComSec rotated like a pinwheel in space. The central hub, bristling with conununications antennae, transmitters, receivers, was brightly lit. Four arms extended from the hub to an outer ring
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