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. Jamil made the captain return to the pilot's chair, a gun to his head.
A red light was flashing on the console--the distress signal. Jamil motioned to it. "Shut it off," he ordered. The captain shook his head. "I can't."
Jamil examined the control. "My guess is that he's telling the truth. Once it's activated ..." he shrugged, "company."
Rowan could probably kill it, but it was unlikely the Little One would turn her loose.
"No help for it," Xris said. "Jamil, you keep everyone here. Tycho, take over for Quong. Doc, you're with me."
"You are wasting your time," Brisbane said, her voice loud and strident. "The only people aboard this ship are the crew and my fellow scientists."
But as she said this, her eyes shifted involuntarily to the Little One. The erapath stood near the door, hopping impatiently from one foot to the other.
"If that's true, Doctor, you have nothing to worry about. If it isn't..." Xris motioned his group out, headed out himself.
"Okay," he said to the Little One. "Lead on."
Keeping hold of Rowan, the Little One took off down the corridor, kicking impatiently at the hem of the raincoat. Xris and Quong trudged after their small friend.
"They're all hiding something," Rowan said, over her shoulder.
"Oh, year? How do you know that?"
"We were expecting to see a research shiiy--intellectual types in white coats, nonprofessional crew, that sort of thing
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