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"Everything okay down there?" Rowan asked Armstrong when the conversation had ended.
"Yes. You may proceed. You'll find the day's codes in the computer. I'll send you the cipher key. The shuttle is standing by."
"Uh, I don't suppose ! could send Xris and Ito a message--something rude and crass. You know. Between friends."
Armstrong gave him a cold look. "That's strictly against regulations." "Sure, I know. It's just-- Oh, hell. Never mind." Rowan walked off, headed rearward for the shuttle bay. I might have figured Armstrong for a by-the-book bastard, Rowan thought. Probably all that time at HQ. Must be something they put in the water.
He found the crew chief inspecting the shuttle. The woman had a worried frown, was shaking her head.
"How's she look, Chief?" Rowan asked.
"Well, sir, I'm not certain. I think everything's okay. It's just that I've been locked out of all of the maintenance routines on the onboard computer." "Did you ask Armstrong?"
"He said that was regulation--security purposes. I guess he doesn't trust us. We're on your side, you know." The chief was angry, insulted.
That might be regulation--Rowan wasn't certain--but if so, it was a bit heavy-handed. He reminded himself to have a little talk with Armstrong when they came back. Regulations were fine, but they shouldn't interfere with a good working relationship with the ship's crew
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