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. She said nothing, no word in her own defense.
Xris was becoming exasperated. "Why? Just tell me why. If you needed money that bad, you could have come to me. I didn't have much, but what was mine was yours. You knew that! Damn it, Rowan, we were friends! Why didn't you talk to me?"
And now her gaze lowered. Her hands trembled. She shook her head. The long brown hair fell forward, hiding her features. Still, she said nothing.
"I see. Maybe you needed more than we had. So you set me and Ito up." Xris grunted. "I guess I should be glad--"
"Xris!" It was Harry's voice. "Security's in FCWing! They're looking for you!"
"Hey! Olicien Pest Control!" The shout came from outside the closed CCA-2 door. "Are you up inside the ducts there? Come down here a minute."
Xris didn't bother to respond. He was cold, brisk, efficient. He took a step toward Rowan, metal hand reaching for the woman's ann.
"You can scream for help," he said, "but it won't do you a damn bit of good. Sorry it has to end this way between us, Rowan--"
If she had screamed, jumped up, rushed him, she would have been dead. Rowan remained seated, watching him with those calm, sad eyes. She held perfectly still, and that probably saved her.
That and her next words.
"Joker's wild, Xris. For God's sake, get out of there. Joker's wild."
He heard, once again, a frantic and unrecognizable voice:
All Deltas! Jokers wild! For God's sake, get out of there! Joker's wild/Joker's wild!
Xris paused, his hand not four centimeters from the woman's arm
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