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. "The door's there, off the hall."
Motioning to Jamil to take a far window, the cyborg moved over to a window that provided a view of the front door.
Rowan hadn't moved. She had a stubborn, determined look on her face that Xris knew all too well.
He left his post. Grabbing Rowan by the arm, the cyborg pushed her forcibly toward the basement door. "The walls and door are reinforced nullgray steel. They can withstand about anything, including a direct hit from a lascannon."
Xris opened the door. Rowan halted, planting her feet firmly and refusing to budge.
"I'll pick you up and throw you down there if I have to," the cyborg said grimly.
"You don't trust me. I swear to you, Xris--"
He cut her off. "You're right, old friend. I don't trust you. But that's not the reason. I need you alive and well, Major Mohini. You're the ticket out for my men. If anything happens to me, you tell Dixter it was between us--you and I. My men were just following orders. They had no idea what was coming down. You'll tell Dixter that."
She stared at him a moment, then said, "Sure, Xris." She entered the door, stood on the top step. "I'll tell him."
"Sensors tripped in grid A-5," said the computer.
Xris started to leave, to shut the door. He paused, not looking at her. "You can't ever go back. You realize that. Your cover's blown. I'm sorry about that. I didn't mean tO---"
What had he meant? Meant to murder her
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