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Raoul was on his hands and knees, crawling to the end of the bed. He held an injector in his hand.
"There's obviously been a mistake," Xris said loudly, and took a step forward. "Let me talk to Dr. Brisbane."
"Dr. Brisbane gave us permission to come down here," Quong added. He, too, had seen Raoul. The doctor took a step forward.
Alarmed, feeling threatened, the medic shifted the lasgun from Rowan, aimed at Xris, and fired.
Raoul leaped on the man from behind, plunged the injector into the medic's back.
The burst caught Xris in the left arm, spun him around, knocked him to the floor. His electrical system went berserk; three fingers on his weapons hand shorted out. Tiny jolts of electricity slivered through his body and then the automatic relays kicked in and closed down the damaged circuits, rerouted the power.
Xris rolled over, fighting to catch his breath, waiting for his heartbeat to stabilize. There was one thing he could still do. He raised his lasgun, which he carried always in his good hand---mainly because of situations like this. He didn't aim at the medic. who was writhing on the floor, in a tangle with Rowan. Taking careful aim, Xris shot out the security cam.
Quong was bending over the medic, who had gone suddenly limp.
"Dead," the doctor reported.
Quong turned to Rowan.
She was on her feet, waved the doctor away
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