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"Yeah, you could," Xris said. "Or you could fix it so that it would lead someone right to us."
"For God's sake, Xris!" Harry exploded angrily. "Lay off her! If she'd wanted to lead them to us, she could have left that damn 'tick' to do the job. Come on board, ma'am."
Rowan looked uncertainly at Xris, who gave a grudging nod.
Is it a matter of trust? he wondered, watching the two of them walk to the plane. Or is it a matter of not wanting to lose the hate that's kept me alive all these years? Without that, what do I have left?
He turned around to find Jamil, Quong, and Tycho staring at him.
"I'm tired. We're all tired," Xris said by way of explanation.
They said nothing, returned to their chores.
They're losing faith in me, Xris realized. And I can't blame them. Damn it, I'm beginning to lose faith in myself! I've never had a job go this wrong. If I was superstitious, I'd almost say it was cursed.
He'd been right about one thing, though. They were all exhausted. Turning back, he saw Rowan stumble wearily on the uneven tarmac.
"Allow me, ma'am," Harry offered, catching hold of her, steadying her.
She thanked him. The two continued on toward the spaceplane, but not before Harry had cast Xris a final reproachful look over his shoulder.
"Great! So now I'm the bad guy," Xris said bitterly.
Removing the butt end of the twist from his mouth, he tossed it on the stone, ground it out beneath his heel
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