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"Hang tight," Xris growled. "I'm working on it."
Like hell he was. Trapped inside a computer room with his one-time best friend who had maybe tried to kill him, while half the Marines on the space station were lined up outside waiting for him. "I can help," Rowan offered. "Just tell me the setup." Xris hesitated, studied her. Logic told him not to trust this woman; she was battling for her life. But it was Rowan talking and they were together again, their backs against it, outnumbered, everything going wrong that could go wrong. And in the brown eyes that were Rowan's eyes was the same bright excitement of long ago--the delight in the challenge, the exhilaration of the adrenal rash, the fun of beating the odds.
Besides, when it came down to it, what choice did he--or his team--have?
"Remember this," said Xris, lifting his metal hand, wiggling the thumb with its deadly needle. "If you let me down, so help me, I'll--"
He didn't finish. It wasn't necess. ary.
"I understand," Rowan said quietly.
"Here's the deal. I've got a man stuck in security. I've got three more men trapped inside our spaceplane, which is located on loading dock 28L. None of my men is armed. They have orders not to kill."
Rowan raised her eyebrows. "You're kidding."
All was quiet outside the door--too quiet.
"No one dies," Xris said. "We're in enough trouble already
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