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. He'd served his purpose. They didn't trust him. Once a traitor, always a traitor." "Tell me about it." Xris sneered.
Rowan flushed deeply, the color returning to her face in a rush. She was on her feet, confronting him. "Damn it, Xris, we were friends! Friends! How could you think I'd betray you?"
Her angry voice carried through the cargo plane. Harry and Jamil stopped talking. Quong, jolted out of a sound sleep, peered around, muttered groggily.
"Everything all right, Xris?" Jamil called.
"Sure, yeah, fine."
Xris eyed Rowan. "So, you go undercover, send a few of the Hung's top boys to the gas mines on Nogales 4, and then you pop out to buy a new wardrobe and a body to match."
Rowan's face was now cold, pale. She no longer expected to be believed. Perhaps she no longer cared. She continued to face him, her eyes level. "That job was hell, Xris. I worked undercover for nine months and I knew every moment that passed was going to be my last. I'm not asking for sympathy. I did good work. I broke them. But in the process, something broke inside me.
"When I was finished, I told the bureau I wanted out. The feeling was mutual. They wanted fid of me, too. I knew the truth about Armstrong, you see. I'd become an embarrassment. Amadi offered me a new identity, but I knew that changing my name and shaving off my beard wasn't going to be any kind of protection
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