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. He nodded to Jamil, who hit the controls. He and Tycho burst through the door, weapons raised, expecting resistance.
All they encountered were two extremely angry and indignant academic types in white lab coats, who fired nothing more lethal than a barrage of protests.
"What is the meaning of this? We are a research vessel! We have nothing on board--"
"Hands in the air," Jamil ordered.
"This is a piratical act. We have your spaceplane's number and--"
"He said, hands in the air." Tycho emphasized the statement with a menacing motion of his sniper rifle.
Xris took up a position where he could keep an eye on the corridor.
"I protest--"
The two, still talking, reluctantly raised their hands over their heads.
Jamil grabbed one, Tycho the other. They shoved both professors facefirst into the bulkheads. Quong patted them down expertly for weapons, reported them both clean.
One of the professors, a woman, turned her head. "I am Dr. Brisbane, leader of the research team. We have nothing on board that would be in the least valuable to you scum. We have activated a distress signal. Help will be arriving any moment now. I suggest--"
She broke off, stared in amazement at the sight of the Little One, who came barreling through the door, tugging Rowan along behind. The empath would have dragged Rowan off down the corridor if Xris hadn't stopped them
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