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. May this ann be cut off if I'm lying."
"Yes," the Bear said, "go on."
Xris drew in a deep breath, let it out slowly. "Give me these seventy-two hours to find Raoul and do what I can to straighten out this mess. By the end of that time, no matter what happens, I'll turn myself in."
"You are in great danger, my friend," Olefsky observed. "Not only is the Royal Navy after you, every law officer and bounty hunter in the galaxy will be out to capture you, bring you in--dead or alive." Xris said nothing, had nothing to say to the obvious. Olefsky stared at him, ruminated. Suddenly the Bear leaned forward, smote Xris on the back, a blow that jarred every rivet in the cyborg's body.
"I trust you. I believe you. You have seventy-two hours. What's more, if you need a spaceplane other than that yellow monstrosity in which you landed"--the Bear grinned-"you may borrow one of mine."
"Thank you, Bear," Xris said, offering to shake on it. "You won't regret this."
"I do not think I will." Bear heaved a sigh. Then, clasping firm hold of Xris's good hand, Olefsky added solemnly, "The good God help you if you are lying, laddie. In that instance, I myself will be the one who takes this ann."
The Bear squeezed his bulk back through the door. Alerting his two sons to his presence with a playful blow on the back of each shaggy head, he thudded down the stairs, strode off into the woods
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