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"You bet you are," Rowan agreed. She was seated at the computer, fingers dancing across the keyboard. "See if you can raise your man in security."
"You're coming with me, you know," Xris told her. "I want to hear that explanation of yours." Then he was back on the comm. "Harry, Harry, can you read me?"
Rowan paused, looked earnestly at him. "Taking me would put you in one hell of a lot of trouble, Xris. More than you could ever imagine."
"You're coming with me," Xris said with finality. "Either you come or I blow your cozy little setup here sky-high. I'm sure the Navy would be real interested in knowing that once upon a time you used to pee standing up."
Rowan looked at him a moment longer, then-unexpectedly--she chuckled, low in her throat. Still laughing, she went back to work.
Xris was back on the comm. "Harry! Harry, come in--"
"Harry here! Xris, are you all right?"
"Never better," Xris answered wryly. "What the hell is going on down there?"
"Security had a make on you. So I knocked 'em out. Like you said." "Then what was all that racket? The hypno-spray--" "Hypno-spray? Jeez, Xris. I forgot all about the damn hypno-spray. I just used my fists. Oh, uh, and I've got a lasgun now. A couple of 'em, in fact." "Damn it, Harry---"
"They'll be okay, Xris. When they come to."
"Is that your man?" Rowan interrupted.
"Unless someone makes me a better offer," Xris returned bitterly
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