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. "Yeah? The abort code for the mission. What's that supposed to prove. You knew it. Armstrong would have given it to you."
But Armstrong wouldn't have given Rowan that little added cry of panic that had echoed in Xris's mind during the terrible days of pain that followed. That wasn't part of the abort code.
For God's sake ...
Rowan stood up, moved nearer, courting death. "They told you I killed the crew, stole the shuttle, left you and Ito to die. If I had betrayed you, why would I have transmitted the abort code? And I was the one to transmit it that day."
"Bug man!" The voice outside the door was starting to sound impatient, suspicious. "Are you up there? Harrison, go on up and check."
Xris stared at this woman who was Rowan and who wasn't Rowan. Something inside him gave way--a dam bursting, a seething cauldron boiling over, a festering sore draining. He wanted to believe. Dear God, he wanted to believe!
But Rowan was smart, creative. He--she'd had all these years to think up a clever lie.
"We have to talk, Xris!" Rowan put her hand on his arm, the deadly arm. "You have to hear what I found out. You have to let me explain!"
"He's not up here, Captain," came the report from outside the door.
"Security! Intruder alert. Unauthorized personnel at large in FCWing."
Alarms sounded.
The cyborg's metal hand twitched. He moved it back, away from Rowan
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