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. Above the usual rattlings and thrummings of the plane, Harry's loud voice could be heard discoursing on the subject of fleas.
Xris did a careful systems analysis. Everything checked out. Quong must have fixed him up. Standing, Xris walked forward into the cockpit.
Jamil, looking intensely bored, was listening to Harry. Rowan was pretending to listen. In reality, she probably hadn't heard a word, sat stating out into space.
Xris began to chew on a twist. "Hello," he said. "How's everything going?"
"Fine, everything's fine," Harry said cheerfully.
"You okay?" Jamil asked gruffly.
Xris nodded, changed the subject. He hated talking about the times when he "crashed," as Quong put it. "What's our ETA?"
Harry glanced at the instruments. "Six hours fifty-four minutes and seven seconds."
"Good. Now why don't you and Jamil go take a walk."
Jamil, casting a glance at Rowan, was already on his feet. Harry just sat there, looking blank.
"Take a walk, Harry," Xris repeated. "Beat it."
"C'mon, Harry." Jamil prodded the big man. "You can show me that video."
"Oh, uh, sure. If you really want to see it. You know, I never knew bugs could be so interesting. Why, were you aware that the flea is known for its agility in leaping--"
The two wandered off back into the interior of the cargo plane.
Xris leaned against the console, chewed on the twist
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