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. You go cover the door. Tycho's coming down to get us out, but he may be delayed. He's facing resistance."
Quong, who could hear for himself in his own comm, nodded. Rowan could hear, too, but she was back at the computer, working feverishly. Xris limped over, stood behind her.
"What have you got?"
"I'm not sure," she murmured, her gaze on the screen, her brow furrowed. "I'm establishing a link between our plane's computer and this one. Hopefully, I can do it without them finding out--at least not right away." She looked up at him. "I need time, Xris."
"We're not going anywhere real soon," he said wryly. "How long?"
"Ten minutes?"
"Five," he modified, and hoped he meant it. She grimaced, shook her head, and went back to work. X_ds turned to Raoul. The Little One had his arms around his friend's legs, hugging him. Raoul was patting the empath on the shoulder.
"I don't suppose it would do any good to ask you what's going on?"
Raoul's eyes were glazed, unfocused. "I am afraid not, Xris Cyborg. They did terrible things to me. They were going to kill me. That deadly drug"--the eyes sharpened, their gaze rested on the injector lying near the body--"was meant for me."
"You don't know who these people are?"
Raoul shook his head, the eyes once more vacant, vacuous. "I have no idea. They did terrible things. They made me wear this .... "His hands plucked at the hospital gown
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