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"Damn it, I do! Technically speaking, you're my prisoner--"
"Technically speaking," Rowan interrupted, smiling, "I'm your friend."
Xris ignored that. "--and I don't want you--"
The Little One became frenzied. He pulled on Rowan's uniform with such violence that he ripped an epaulet from her shoulder.
"He should not be exciting himself like this." Quong was on his feet, attempting to soothe his patient. "He wants me to go!" Rowan pleaded.
"Then he can get over it." Xris was adamant. The computer came on. "Docking in ten, nine, eight--" "You better sit down and strap in!" Harry warned. "This is a forced docking maneuver. They're not helping us one damn bit."
The Little One refused to be pried loose from Rowan. Clinging to her, he peered at Xris from under the brim of the fedora.
"I promise I won't try to escape," Rowan said.
"At this point, it might be better if she did," Jamil muttered under his breath to Quong.
But Xris heard. "All right, then! Go on board," he snarled. "The whole fuckin' universe can go on board, for all I care."
He slid down the ladder, back into the cockpit, sat in his chair and strapped himself in. Grimly silent, he stared out the viewscreen.
The computer's mindless voice broke the uncomfortable stillness.
"Five, four, three--"
"Oh, shut up," Harry muttered, and killed the audio.
The landing was a rough one
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