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. Then he nodded once, abruptly.
She touched the control. The door slid open.
"Captain. Call off the alert. The gentleman's here--"
"Jamill" Harry was shouting into the comm. "I can't raise
Xris! All hell's breaking loose! You guys head for the plane.
I'm going after him."
"Harry, don't--" Xris began, then stopped.
All he could hear over the commlink was Harry shouting, someone else sweating, glass breaking, and lasgun fire.
And then Harry's comm went dead.
CHAPTER 17
The prayer of the chicken hawk does not get him the chicken.
Proverb, Swahili
Xris's hand--his good hand, flesh-and-blood--closed over Rowan s arm. He jerked her back into the room, hit the door controls. The door slid shut.
"Is there another way out of here?"
"Yes," Rowan answered, short and sweet, not wasting time for explanations. Just like the old days.
Could he trust her like the old days?
He'd soon find out.
His leg compartment flipped out. He pulled out his lasgun, fired, effectively soldered the door control.
"Where's the other door?"
"At the opposite end of the room, to your left."
"I see it. Does it lock?"
"Yes, but the guards could override it."
"I'm sure you could fix it if you wanted to. And believe me, you want to." Xris aimed his lasgun at her.
Rowan smiled, shrugged, and sat down at the computer
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