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"The person you were gonna kilt," said Harry.
Xris didn't see any need to answer that.
Harry grinned, rubbed his hands. "That's great," he said. "Really great! I win the pot."
Xris glanced at him, puzzled. "What pot?"
"The bet. With the others. I said you couldn't kill her, Xris."
Fortunately for Harry, Xris was too busy at the moment to respond. They dashed past the comatose forms of two Marine guards and entered loading dock Lima 28. The spaCeplane was lit up, engines throbbing, ready for takeoff.
"I've got Xris, Jamil," Harry said into the comm. "Lower the ramp and prepare for takeoff." He cast a dubious glance at Rowan. "I sure as hell hope you know what you're doing, lady."
The ramp lowered. They hurried on board.
Harry went straight to the pilot's chair, Rowan right behind him. Xris came right behind her.
"She's Rowan. I'll explain later," he said in response to startled looks from the rest of the team.
"Strap yourselves in tight," Harry ordered. "We could be in for a rough takeoff."
Rowan sat down in the copilot's chair. Xris kept as near her as possible, strapping himself into the seat closest to the cockpit. He still held the lasgun in his hand. Rowan glanced at it, then looked away.
"This is what I've done." She spoke to Harry coolly. "I've set the docking bay door controls on automatic. When the spaceplane approaches them, they'll begin to open
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