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Commander Drake had emerged from his office. "You guys are running a little behind schedule."
"It's this new software upgrade," Xris explained. "It's taking a while to install--" His commlink buzzed in his ear.
"Xris!" It was Harry.
"Maybe you should explain this to me." Drake was talking at the same time.
Xris looked blank. "Did you say something, Commander?"
Drake raised his voice. "I was saying maybe--"
"Sorry, Commander!" Xris shook his head violently, tapped on his ear. "My heating unit appears to have shorted out. If you don't mind, I'll go fix it. Aleko here will answer your questions." Tycho, taking the hint, pounced on Drake, began talking. "We're updating the maneuver routines in the robots, Commander. The plan is to allow one 'bot to go to the aid of another 'hot if it finds a large breeding nest. We figure that this will increase the effectiveness of the program immensely. Have the fleas been bad lately?"
Xris moved off, keeping a close watch on Drake. Fortunately, the commander was more interested in fleas than in malfunctioning cyborgs.
"Xris here. What's up, Harry?" Xris asked in a low voice, cupping his hand over his ear.
"I think I've got a fix on that location for you. Lima Three Niner, Deck Eight. If FCWing's not there, it's real close."
"Right. Harry, pay close attention to the monitors. There's going to be some activity up there, so be prepared to handle it
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