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. Stowing the weapons in the cargo compartment of the shuttle, he flew the shuttle back out, again under his own control.
Now, how to find Xris and Ito?
Rowan accessed the Vigilance's sensor computer, got a fix for the last transmission from the surface of the moon, entered the coordinates into the nay computer. Then there was nothing to do but wait. The shuttle trip this time was not a lot more pleasant than his last. His own life wasn't in danger, but apprehension and fear twisted his insides, made the waiting unendurable.
He tried to tell himself that everything would be all right. Maybe--please dear God!--Xris had decided to flout the controller's authority, go off on his own. Neither he nor Ito would want to enter that factory without the third member of the team, without Rowan.
'Tll find Xris hip-deep in some swamp, madder than hell, ready to take on the entire agency. And Ito yammering about snakes. But I'll find them," Rowan repeated. "I'll find them alive."
The flight took two hours, seemed like two hundred. He reached the location, overflew it by about one hundred meters. He didn't immediately land.
There was no need. He had his answer.
The factory was a pile of twisted, smoldering steel. Fires still burned. As he watched, a small blast took out a far corner. Thick smoke smudged the morning sky.
No fire trucks. No one around to put out the blaze or rescue any casualties
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