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. You were still breathing.
"I didn't know what to do. There wasn't anything I could do. I was afraid to move you. Some ship would hear my distress signal. Someone would come. I kept telling myself that. I told you that. And I told you then just what I've told you now. I told you the whole story.
"'We'll get Armstrong, you and I, Xris,' I said to you over and over. 'We'll make him pay.'"
"Maybe ... some part of you heard me?" She stared at him, pleading.
Xris didn't answer.
Rowan shrugged. "I supposed not. I kept hoping..." She let the sentence hang, sighed. "Anyway, that's about it. The next thing I remember, a soldier was standing beside me, yelling for a medic. Wafiord DiLuna's battle cruiser--the Athena--had picked up the distress call. The medics worked on you for a long time on the ground, then they transferred you back up to Athena. I went along, made my report to the captain. She ordered Vigilance to be towed, sent out her soldiers to search for Armstrong. He must have landed on TISor 13. The shuttle was small--one of those ship-toground transports. It couldn't have made the trip to any of the other moons--"
"It could have been picked up by another ship," Xris said.
Rowan sat forward eagerly, her eyes suddenly bright. A tinge of color stained her pale cheeks. "You believe me!"
Xris shook his head. "Just a reflex action. I suppose that there'd be some record of all this coming and going in Athena's logs?"
Rowan sank back down, her shoulders slumped
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