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. "Not likely. Probably set down in some deserted airfield, like space pirates."
"I'm not so sure," Rowan argued. "On a heavily populated system like Auriga, landing at a deserted airstrip could put them a thousand kilometers away from the city. And why mn the risk of attracting the wrong kind of attention? At a busy spaceport, they could easily smuggle their victim on board, offer some kind of excuse in case anyone asked. Maybe he's been taken ill or was on the juice--anything. I'll bet they came and left as legitimate, law-abiding citizens. And I'll bet I can find them in the files."
"Except that the Navy's probably shut you out of those files by now."
Rowan smiled. "This is me we're talking about, Xris. But I do have to have the ship's name."
And that proved impossible. The Little One obviously wanted to tell the name to them as nmch as they wanted to hear it, but he couldn't manage to get it across. Xris began by handing the Little One a computer drawing pad and an electronic pen.
The Little One recoiled in horror, refused to even touch them. (This was the first indication Dr. Quong had that the Tongan are terrified of modem technology.)
Rowan tried an ordinary pad of paper and a pencil, drew a few symbols to get the idea across.
The Little One took hold of the pencil awkwardly, wrapping his entire hand around it. He scrawled a heavy line on the paper, ripped it, then tossed both pad and pencil away in frustration
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