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. "There," she said after a moment's work. "We can get out. No one else can get in. Not without plastic explosives," she added.
"Funny." Xris snorted.
Outside, he could hear voices: "Security, I've found the intruder. He's in FCWing, Major Mohini's office. The door controls have been frozen. We can't get inside."
A phone on Rowan's desk began to buzz insistently. She looked at Xris.
He picked it up.
"What we have now," Xris told whoever was on the other end, "is a hostage situation. I've captured your major. I'm armed. One move to break in here and your major's dead."
He hung up, tipped the phone off the desk, tossed it-wires dangling--into a comer. "Derek Sagan was right," Xris muttered to himself. "Shoot--don't talk. I'd have saved myself a hell of a lot of trouble if I'd just gone ahead and shot her!"
He heard the captain repeatedly calling, "Security!"; then, "I can't raise anyone. Something's wrong. One of you men go check central security ops."
Harry must be doing something constructive. Xris hoped his pilot was not getting himself killed at the same time.
"Jamil." Xris was back on the comm. "What's going on down there?"
"Xris!" Jamil sounded relieved. "Where--"
"Answer the question!" Xris snapped.
"We made it to the spaceplane two jumps ahead of Commander Drake and a squad of Marines. We're okay, but they're sure as hell not going to let us fly out of here
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