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I know what they're after/ She was telling him silently.
Her dark eyes gleamed. She cast a look at the computer and then her gaze became pleading. But I need more time/
He could hear her as clearly as if she'd spoken out loud. And he felt the same familiar rash of frustration and irritation that he'd had in the old days, working together. Not only did Rowan expect him to get her out of this--to get them all out of this--but she wanted him to buy her time on the computer as well! And all with a gun to her head!
The medic had decided on a course of action. He began dragging Rowan backward toward the bed, where he could get a clear view of Quong and the Little One.
"You there. You two. Move out in front of me where I can see you." The medic tightened his choking grip on Rowan, motioned with the lasgun.
Rowan had gone a shade paler; she was gasping for breath. Her eyes were enormous in her white face and theft gaze never left Xris. She was slowly suffocating.
Quong lifted the Little One from the bed. The empath went limp in the doctor's grasp. Quong set the Little One gently on the floor, stood protectively near him.
"Move this way. Over by the tin man," the medic ordered, waving the lasgun. "You. Cyborg." He turned to Xris. "Shut your battery down."
"Rescue-one." Jamil was back on the comm. "I've sealed off the corridors, but they're using manual overrides to open the blast doors
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