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. "That's a joke."
"Computer, is this standard procedure?" Xris snapped, in no mood for humor.
"Yes, sir. We normally enter this area. The plane and its cargo are checked by security. The equipment is scanned here, then the plane is moved over to the loading dock. It's routine."
Routine! Xris stared at the yellow markings. at the steel doors that were now rumbling shut. Ito's face disappeared.
I should have asked about the routine, Xris told himself. The one member of the flight crew who has been here-probably a hundred times or more--is the XP-28 flight cornputer. I should have taken the time during the flight to find out from the computer exactly what the landing procedure was. It's what I would have done on any other job. Another error in judgment.
"Go on back, tell the rest what's going on, and see if they need help with the equipment," Xris told Harry. "I'll be there in a minute."
Harry hesitated, then said softly, "Sure, Xris." He unstrapped his harness and left.
"So far, I've been lucky," Xris said aloud to nobody. "The next mistake I make could be the last mistake I make."
He unclipped the shoulder harnesses holding him into the copilot's chair, stood up, and moved back to the cargo area.
"Don't worry. There won't be another," he said to himself--and to the memory of Mashahiro Ito.
The team was assembled, all wearing their yellow coveralls with the large black beetle and OLICIEN PEST CONTROL erablazoned on the back
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