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. It'll take them a while, but not long. You've got five in your immediate vicinity. There were seven, but two of them left, probably to get a cutting torch. What's it like at your end?"
"Hostage situation. I can't talk," Xris returned.
"Shut up!" the medic yelled. "And shut down. You've got five seconds before I start shooting body parts. Hers!"
Panic began to rise, to bubble up inside Xris, creep out of his pores in a cold sweat. His worst nightmare, his only nightmare, his constant, continuous nightmare was shutting down. With his battery turned off, he was helpless, the cybernetic parts of himself died, froze. Weighted down with the heavy hunks of wire and steel, he couldn't move. He could barely keep himself alive--if you wanted to call it alive. The artificial heart would continue to pump, but the blood would flow to paralyzed, unfeeling limbs.
"Five ... four ..." The medic was counting.
And behind the medic, the corpse of Raoul was slowly sitting up.
For a stunned moment, Xris wondered if his battery pack had shut down. His heart lurched and then reality hit him. Raoul was not dead. He'd never been dead! He'd been lying in the bed--God and the Loti only knew why--with the sheet pulled over his head!
All of this went through Xris's mind in a flash, just as he realized he'd been staring too fixedly in Raoul's direction. The medic had noticed his gaze, started to look around
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