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"I hope like hell you're right." Xris switched comm channels. "Harry, I've located Rowan and I'm going in."
"Xris!" Harry was whispering, sounded tense. "Security's sending someone up--"
"Take it easy, Harry. It's under control. I only need five minutes. Out."
Xris had to pause a moment to stop shaking. The green ccn-2 flared bright, blurred around the edges. He started walking and it seemed to him that he had been making this walk, taking these steps, ever since that moment when he first woke up in the hospital and 'knew that his life was over.
He checked the needle in his thumb, made sure the mechanism was working. He reached the door, hit the control.
It slid silently open.
A woman sat in a swivel chair at a desk. Her back was turned to Xris. All he could see was a tumbled mass of shoulder-length curly brown hair. Above her swirled a mathematical model. She was staring at it intently, using a computer holographic pointer to make changes in the algorithm.
Xris cast a quick glance around, searching for electronic eyes, security cams.
Nothing. The room was essentially baren, devoid of life. No photographs of family, a lover, not even a pet. No green .plants to relieve the gray sterility of her surroundings. Nothing except computer equipment. But all of it was impressive. Expensive state-of-the-art machines, the very latest in technology
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