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. What the hell am I supposed to do now?"
Raoul, where are you when I need you? Xris asked silently. The charming Loti would have sent the Marine out for coffee and a sandwich, kept the security officers sniggering at the latest Adonian ribald jokes, while artlessly leading the conversation around to FCWing. ("I heard the juiciest rumor about one of our employees and one of yours. Doing something more than killing bugs, if you know what I mean! He worked in ... let me see ... somewhere called FCWing. Yes! In the women's restroom, no less!")
And while the security officers were thinking about FCWing, the Little One would have sucked their minds dry.
"Harry, we've been through this." Xris remembered to be patient. "Tell the security personnel you've got to keep an eye on these 'bors and in order to do that you have to know where the conduits run. Have security pull up floor plans, and study them. When you come to one called CCA-2 FCWing, let me know where it's located."
"Okay, right." Harry sounded glum. "I'll give it a try. Out."
Xris shook his head, turned to Quong. "This may take a while, Doc. Once you've serviced 'bot fifteen, slow down a bit. Buy us some time."
Quong passed the word to Tycho and Jamil, who began to ease up. They had just serviced 'bot twenty, with no word from Harry, when Quong tapped Xris on the shoulder.
"Here comes trouble," the Doc warned under his breath
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