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. And he wondered why, with all the commotion, Rowan hadn't come out to investigate. A thought chilled him. Maybe Rowan was on coffee break. Lunch break. Gone to powder her nose...
Xris had a sudden memory of his friend--hunched over a computer, rapt, enthralled, completely oblivious to anything happening around him. Once they'd been caught in a firefight, forced to shoot it out with some goons. Rowan, breaking into the computer, had been negotiating a maze of security traps in an effort to crack the system. The goons attacked. Laser beams flashed around him. He kept working. He'd won a commendation for bravery. Only he and Xris and Ito knew--and often joked about it later--that Rowan hadn't even been aware a firefight was going on. "Who's in there?" Xris asked, pointing at the ccA-2 sign. The woman followed his gaze. "That's Major Mohini's office. We didn't want to interrupt her work. But perhaps I better tell her--" She started toward the door.
"No, that won't be necessary," Xris intervened. "The problem's out here."
Moving to the desk, he noticed a splotch of green on the sleeve of the man's uniform. "You didn't get any of this on your skin, did you?"
The man glanced down. "Well, some of it splashed onto my hand and the back of my neck, but--" "Is it toxic?" The woman was alarmed.
Xris had no idea whether it was or not, but this was too good to pass up
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