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The medic had Rowan in an expert stranglehold. He held her own lasgun to her head.
CHAPTER 27
If your advance is going well, you're walking into an ambush.
Murphy's Military Law
Xris could hear banging on the door, but that didn't last long. He could trust Jamil to keep the door controls locked up, make sure the door stayed shut--at least until someone came back with a plasma cutting torch.
"Just take it easy." Xris raised his hands in the air. "We don't intend to hurt anyone. We just want to find out what happened to our friend there. You said you found him in--"
"Shut up!" the medic snarled.
The man was rattled; he was in charge of the situation, but he had no idea what to do with it. He pressed the gun against Rowan's temple, glanced nervously around as if looking for help. His gaze went involuntarily upward.
Guessing that he wasn't searching for spiritual guidance, Xris followed the medic's gaze and saw the security cam. He cursed himself for not having seen it sooner. Someone had been watching, and not from the bridge, apparently, since Jamil couldn't see them. Which meant there was some sort of centralized control on board the vessel that had nothing to do with the crew.
What the hell was going on?
Rowan knew--he could tell it from the excited, eager expression on her face. She was within a finger's twitch of having a hole burned through her skull and she was only interested in relating what she'd found out
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