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. Several armed Marines had them surrounded.
The man was saying, "I've got a 22-decawatt lasgun. It's set to fire the second the pressure of my finger relaxes. You so much as stun me and the major dies."
At that point, Dixter said, "Good God!" again.
And this time Tusk joined him.
Both of them stared in shocked disbelief at the vidscreen.
"Sir ... that's Xris!"
"It can't be," Dixter said flatly. "Computer, give me still shots, enlarged, with enhancements, of each second of that vid. I want a voice print, too. Then search the files and see if you find a match for the photos and the voice."
The computer went to work. Tusk and Dixter watched the rid again.
"It's the cyborg," said Tusk after the second time through. "I'd know Xris anywhere. I should. He saved my life, sir," he added pointedly.
Dixter was grim. "I don't like this any more than you do, Tusk. Xris and his team have done good work for us. If you remember, he was almost killed trying to protect Her Majesty. But he is a mercenary. He works for money. Maybe someone offered him ..."
He stared at the vid again, then shook his head. "That would explain the security leak. Xris had low-level access. I gave it to him."
"What good would low-level do him?"
"A lot, apparently," Dixter said wryly. "Maybe just providing him with the fact that the damn space station has fleas!"
"He wouldn't do that, sir
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