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The tech glanced at him in astonishment.
Xris jerked up the sleeve of his coverails, made a quick adjustment of the fluid levels to the hydraulics. His heart was pumping like a photon combustion chamber. "All fine now," Xris said.
The technician raised an eyebrow, but placed one hand on the security pad to the right of the door, held up a pass with the other. "Collins, Maintenance, Access Two Eight One Alpha Two."
The door opened.
The tech entered, Xris almost tripping on his heels.
The room was softly lit, glowed with the eerie light of innumerable computer screens of various shapes and sizes. Xris's augmented hearing caught the soft hum of the machinery that was banked along a wall to his right.
The center of the room contained several work desks. Xris recognized standard data- and commlink receivers and transmitters, digital state diagrams, and three-dimensional holographic data abstraction diagrams--all had been hastily shoved aside. A puddle of orangish, greenish liquid-dripping from the ceiling--had accumulated on the desk and was slowly starting to ooze to the floor.
A man, standing beside the desk, was staring up at the ceiling in baffled astonishment. A woman was on the comm, yelling at security.
Xris gave the woman a close scrutiny, comparing her to the picture of Darlene Mohini burned into his brain. It wasn't her.
He glanced swiftly around the room
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