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A minute passed. Xris glanced at Quong.
"Don't worry, Xris. It'll work."
Tycho and Jamil continued to perform their chores on the 'bots, but both kept an eye on Quong's computer.
Another minute passed. Xris looked back at Drake's ofrice. The door remained shut. Another minute ...
Commander Drake burst out of his office, waving his arms to attract their attention. He began shouting at them when he was still about twenty meters distant.
Xris ceased work, loped toward him. "What is it, Commander? What's all the excitement?"
"Security called. One of your 'bots is malfunctioning! It's dumped its chemicals. The stuff's dripping down out of the ceiling into the offices! Is it poisonous? Should I evacuate personnel?"
"No, sir!" Xris said hastily, not having foreseen such a drastic response. "No need to evacuate anyone. The chemicals are perfectly safe. Unless you're a flea," he added with a grin that he hoped didn't look as corpselike as it felt.
Drake wasn't amused. "Well, toxic or not, that gunk's liable to get into the computer systems. You better take care of it."
"Yes, sir. We can probably fix it from the station."
Xris moved back to Quong. Drake tromped along behind, breathing down his neck. "One of the 'bots is malfunctioning. See if you can bring it up on the screen."
"Sure thing. Where is the 'bot located, Commander?"
"FCWing
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