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"You hear me, Tycho?" Xris said now over the comm to the gunner's turret.
"Loud and clear, boss."
Rowan, the Little One, Jamil, and Quong sat in small fold-down chairs bolted to the bulkheads. They gave Xris their full attention.
"Okay, this is the plan. When we dock, they'll open the airlock--"
"What if they don't?" Harry demanded from the cockpit. He liked to have every eventuality covered.
"They will, or you'll shoot something else off. I'm leaving you inside the plane."
Harry nodded complacently.
"We'll take control of the bridge. Jamil and Tycho will remain on the bridge. The Little One and I will go look for Raoul. Doc, you'll come with us, in case he needs medical attention." Xris looked at the Little One. "Raoul's alive, right?"
The Little One nodded vigorously.
"And you can find him on board that ship? Even if they've hidden him away somewhere?"
The Little One nodded again, clenched two fists and brought them together. "All right, then--"
"What about me?" Rowan asked.
"You stay on board with Harry. I want you to monitor-What the devil is wrong with him now?"
The Little One had begun by wringing his hands and shaking his head. He ended by flinging himself onto Rowan, clutching at her and tugging at her uniform.
"I believe he wants me to go with him," Rowan said.
"Out of the question."
"I don't mind, Xris
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