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"Gentlemen--" the tubby one began meekly.
"Don't dignify them with that term," Brisbane snapped.
The tubby one blushed again. "We're a research vessel, studying the effects of vented gas plasma discharge from junk-drive engines on various species, flora and fauna. We've never kidnapped anyone. I believe you've made a terrible mistake."
Xris was beginning to think so. If that was true, he was certainly on a roll. It was Rowan who'd dreamed all this up. Dog stars! If she ... If this was a trick...
Xris clamped his teeth down on a twist.
Nothing to do now but play it out.
"Then I guess you won't mind us searching your ship," he said, watching them closely to see their reaction.
And there was the break, the crack. Not nmch. If he hadn't been so damned keyed up and on edge, he might have missed it--Tubby's eyes slid sideways.
Brisbane was good. She had scared but indignant down to an art form. Absolutely no reason for them to search her vessel, upset her staff. Risk contaminating the experiments, loss of months of valuable research ...
Tubby, receiving his cue, now joined in. But that's just what his sideways glance had been. He was asking for his cue.
Xris gave the team the go-ahead.
Jamil grabbed Tubby by the collar, shoved a lasgun in his back. Tycho took charge of Brisbane.
"Take us to the bridge," Jamil ordered. "We promise not to step on the flowers
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