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. It's for your own safety."
"Sure thing," Xris promised. "Oh, if they don't see me at first, tell them not to panic. I may be up inside the air ducts."
The tech waved his hand in acknowledgment and ran off.
The door shut, sealed behind him.
Xris climbed onto the desk, reached up, removed a couple of ceiling panels. If security entered the room, they'd spend the first few moments searching for him up there. Once the panels were gone leaving a gaping hole in the ceiling-Xris jumped down, turned to the door marked CCA-2.
"Jamil," he said over the comm. "I'm in FCWing. I sent my escort off and I'm alone now, but I won't be for long. Everything okay with you down there? Still got company?"
"Everything's quiet. Security reported you found the malfunctioning 'bot. The commander was thrilled. He went back into his hole."
"Good. Listen, I've located Rowan. In an office off a main room up here. This is a secured area. My escort had to show a pass and use a palm print to enter. The door to the office is shut. I don't see any card slots or palm pads or code buttons, just a plain ordinary door control. Is it likely to be rigged?"
"If it's like other military bases I've been on," Jamil returned, "the answer's no. Why bother? If you've got clearance that far up, you're not the type to go around snooping through other people's offices. My guess is the door won't even be locked
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