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. This ring--the living area for the three thousand residents of RFComSec--was dark by comparison. Only a few sporadic tiny specs of light, shining through windows, glittered against the darkness.
"Cutting engines," the computer announced. "We will coast in until the magnetic tractor beams lock on." A slight jolt indicated that this had occurred.
"Olicien Two Five Niner," came a voice, "you are now under station control."
Soon, Xris told himself, almost shaking with excitement. In maybe thirty minutes or less, I'll be face-to-face with Dalin Rowan.
He could swear that he could see Ito's face floating in front of him.
At the hub's center, a door one hundred meters wide and fifty meters tall began to open. The spaceplane glided into the aperture. The plane's metallic skin shimmered with the reflected energy of the atmospheric integrity force field, which maintained the atmosphere inside the station during the time shuttle bay doors were open. Once the craft was inside, control personnel guided the spaceplane slowly to the middle of the bay, rotated it, and set it down.
Looking out the plane's viewscreen, Xris read, in Startш dard Military, the words: Unsecured. Quarantine.
"Damn!" he muttered, blowing smoke. "Quarantine! We've been scanned. Why the hell are we being quarantined?"
"Maybe they're looking for bugs?" Harry chortled. He prodded the cyborg
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