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. Rowan recognized Olefsky from the newsvids and it was obvious--from the sharp, scrutinizing gaze Bear fixed on her--that though he may not have known her, he knew something about her. Not a good sign.
"Send me a bill for the cams," Olefsky said, waving his hand. "What was I saying? Ah, yes. The---"
The Little One, with a strange, inarticulate cry, suddenly hurled himself at Xris, flung his arms around the cyborg's legs.
"What the--" Xris stared down.
Now that the empath had Xris's attention, the Little One let loose his hold. He ran across the floor, raincoat flapping, and this time flung his arms around the dog's neck, nearly dragging the large animal to the floor.
The dog, accustomed to a household that always seemed to possess at least one toddler, took the mauling patiently, stood with its tongue hanging out, grinning.
"We'll get you a pet next week," Xris said, his mind on the Bear. "Now, sir, you were saying--"
The Little One ran back, caught hold of Xris's pants leg, tugged on it, and pointed urgently to the dog.
"I'll be damned," said Rowan suddenly, and left them abruptly, heading for Xris's office.
Something had clicked. Xris knew that much from the intent, introspective expression on her face. He watched her sit down in front of the computer, order it to come on, bypass his security with absentminded ease. Asking her questions now would get him exactly nowhere
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