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. He dove behind a steel cabinet. Raoul quit complaining about his wearing apparel, grabbed the Little One. The two of them hit the floor and scuttled underneath the bed.
Xris was on his way to finding his own cover when he noriced that Rowan hadn't moved. She was still sitting at the damn computer.
He jumped for her, took her down, chair and all, just as the door blew.
The blast knocked out the lower section of the door, plus anyone standing near it. Xfis, peering through the smoke and flame, could see bodies on the deck. But there must have been someone up and moving around because the next moment he heard the whine of Tycho's gun.
"Move out, Rescue-one," Tycho called over the comm. "I've got you covered."
Quong, at a sign from Xris, made his advance. Cautiously, weapon raised, he looked out the door.
Rowan was on her knees, back at the computer.
"We're in," she reported triumphantly. She touched a key. The screen cleared, then filled with text. "And, hopefully, they won't find out for a while."
Scrambling to her feet, she wiped away a trickle of blood from a cut on her scalp. "We've got to hurry," she said to Xris impatiently. "I want to get back to the plane and log on."
Xris grunted, hauled Raoul and the Little One out from under the bed.
"My clothes are in my room, which is down the hall to your right, about six or seven doors--" Raoul began
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