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"Rescue-two, we're going in."
Xris touched the controls. The door stayed shut.
"Or maybe not. Rescue-two ..."
"I'm on it, Rescue-one. Just a sec. Okay. Ready when you are."
Xris motioned to Quong. Lasgun in hand, the Doc took one side of the door while Xris covered the other. Rowan had drawn her lasgun. With her other hand, she grasped the Little One firmly, dragged him behind her, out of the line of fire.
"Ready."
The door slid open. Quong dove low, lasgun ready. Xris dodged in after him.
They were inside what appeared to be a sick bay. Three hospital beds, separated by hanging curtains, were lined up side by side. Various monitors, computers, and other equipment, including a deactivated medicbot, cluttered the room.
An extremely startled-looking medic, seated in a swivel chair in front of a lit screen, spun around, said, "What the--" and jumped to his feet.
"Hold it," Quong told him, aiming the lasgun at the man's chest. "Right there. Don't move. Hands up."
The medic, looking bewildered, did what he was told.
Xris glanced swiftly around the room, saw no one else.
No one else living, that is.
A still form, covered with a white sheet, lay on one of the beds. A hand was all that was visible, hanging limp and lifeless off the bed. The delicate fingers were decorated with gaudy tings. The nails were long, manicured, and painted mauve
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