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"Any change in radiation levels, Rescue-two? Air quality? Pressure?"
A pause. Jamil was checking out instrument readings. "No, Rescue-one. None. Everything reads normal."
"Okay," Xris said. The Little One was glowering at him impatiently from beneath the fedora. "Open it up, RescuetWO."
The door clanked, began to revolve ponderously to one side. The Little One let go of Rowan's hand, jumped through as soon as the crack was large enough to contain his small body. He was halfway down the corridor before Xris, Rowan, and Quong managed to catch up.
Xris stared curiously at the other doors as they passed, wondering why this particular area had been made off limits and who it was off limits to. "Authorized personnel" might mean the crew only, excluding the profs, or it might mean the profs, excluding the crew. The first would tend to indicate that this area had been sealed off because it had something important to do with the running of the ship--which seemed unlikely, since there were only doors and a corridor, no high-voltage electrical equipment or thrumming machinery. The other might mean that the crew was being kept in the dark about the experiments being carried on inside.
Some of the doors were marked, but the marks were in a strange language, not the usual Standard Military. Rowan slowed her pace to stare at them. Xris nearly bumped into her.
"Aren't those weird?" she said
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