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. "They're moving this way, and fast."
JamiFs voice came over the comm. "The cain's dead in grid M, Xris. It went black just when I got in here.
Switching to grid K. I have ... No. That cam just went dead."
Xris performed a systems check on his arm. He had attached the automatic flechette-round shotgun. When you didn't know what was coming, the shotgun was the best choice.
"Sensors tripped in grid D-10," reported the computer.
Everyone, with the exception of the Little One, had gathered in Xris's office, was huddled around the map.
Tycho followed the line. "On this route, they're headed for the front door."
"Probably a diversion. The main force is likely coming at us from the back. Jamil, you see anything?"
"Not a damn thing! They must be crushing these cams with a TRUC!"
"Nothing more you can learn there, obviously. Report back here. Tycho, head up to the tower."
The alien nodded, selected a beam rifle equipped with a sniper sight from the well-stocked arsenal, headed for the tower.
"Sensors tripped in B-7."
Jamil returned, carrying two more beam rifles, one of which he tossed to Quong.
Xris continued giving orders. "Harry, cover the back door. Doc, the east wing."
"Xris." Rowan was on her feet. "What can I do?"
"Go down the basement," Xris said.
"What?" Rowan stared at him.
"Go down the blasted basement!" Xris told her
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