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." Drake performed hurried introductions. "Schwartz here's got a malfunctioning 'bot. Take him up to FCWing. Help out if he needs it."
"Yes, sir. Schwartz, if you'll follow me ..."
Xris had to restrain himself from grinning widely at the others. Looking serious and stern, he grabbed a tool box from the cart, followed the technician.
Behind him, Commander Drake called out, "Good hunting, Schwartz."
CHAPTER 16
When the speed of the hawk is such that it can strike and kill, this is precision.
Sun Tzu, The Art of War
Outside the work area, Xris and his escort entered a corridor with dim lighting, white walls that ended in a T-junction. The teeh turned left, punched an elevator button.
"Deck Eight," Collins commanded when the lift arrived and he and Xris were inside.
The doors opened onto another corridor that looked exactly like the first, except that this one had a large "8" stenciled on the wall and a sign reading: SECURE AREA. AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY.
"'Tll need to stay with you at all times, sir," said the tech.
Yes, well, that was going to be a small problem.
Xris smiled, nodded, said nothing.
Collins took the first corridor they came to, which branched to the left. He stopped in front of the second door on the right. The computerized sign above the door read FCWlNG.
Alarms on Xris's cybemetic arm started beeping, LEDs flashed red
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