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. The gear's unloaded, stowed away. Any objections if I take a nap?"
Xris shook his head.
"I'm gonna get a beer," Harry said. "Anyone else want one? You, ma'am? Anything I can get for you? A glass of white wine?"
Rowan glanced at Xris, bit her lower lip to keep from smiling. "No, thank you."
Harry wandered off to the kitchen. Jamil went upstairs. Tycho flopped his long body onto the couch, closed his eyes, and turned off his translator. His skin color gradually assumed that of warm brownish red leather.
"Raoul's not in space," Xris tested again.
The Little One waved off the assertion.
"Raoul is in space. He's--"
"On a ship!" Rowan guessed.
"He's being held prisoner on a spaceship!" Xris felt as if he were playing charades.
The Little One made fists of his hands, smashed them together--apparently, a sign of approbation.
"Well, that narrows it down to a billion or so," Quong observed helpfully.
"Xris"--Rowan was excited--"if the Little One could give us a name, I could get into the Navy's registry files. If the ship's got hyperspace capability, they have to register a flight plan. If not, they'd still be fairly easy to locate. ISDS--Interstellar Ship's Directory System--keeps track of everything that moves through space. We know the kidnappers were on Olicien's home planet just a day or two ago. They might have left a trail, asked for clearance for landing, gone through customs--"
Xris shook his head
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