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Harry sat down with his beer, began coming up with spaceship names. "Enterprise, Fortitude, Hercules ..."
The Little One stared at him blankly.
Xris called a halt. "Face it. This is hopeless. We could be here for the next twenty years doing this."
"Maybe I could rig up some kind of computer mind-link," Rowan suggested, thoughtful. "Empaths and telepaths usually have extremely strong electronic impulses in their brains. It might take days and it would be crude, at best, if it worked at all. I don't know. Dr. Quong, what do you think?"
"I think"
A warning Klaxon sounded, accompanied by a computerized voice. "Sensors have been tripped in grid M-1. Repeat. Sensors have been tripped in grid M-I." Xris took the twist from his mouth.
"Moose?" Harry asked, and set down the beer.
"The sensors are set to pick up only humanoid lifeforms," Xris said calmly. He opened his leg compartment, took out his weapons hand.
The alarms continued to sound.
Tycho woke up, fumbled with his translator.
Jamil came running down the stairs, clad only in his undershorts. "What is it, Xris?"
"I don't know yet, but it should be on-screen. Go check it out."
Jamil left, heading for the security room.
"Sensors have been tripped in grid K-l," reported the voice. "Repeat. Sensors have been tripped in grid K-1."
"M-1. K-1." Harry went into Xris's office, stood looking at a map of the property, tracking a line with his finger
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