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. He could either go out and meet them and try to blast his way through or wait here until they came to get him, and try to blast his way out. Lousy odds, either way. He was going to lose some people, some damn good people. It-
The distress signal ...
Only way off...
The plan was there, bursting inside his head with dazzling clarity. Elation, excitement tingled through him like a powerful narcotic. He lived for moments like this.
The problem was how to explain it. It was unlikely that their transmissions were being monitored, but Xris wasn't putting anything past this bunch.
He was on the corem to Jamil. "Rescue-two, leave your post. At my signal, we're getting out of here. But before you go, turn out the lights and lock up the house. Then follow the signs. You got that, Rescue-two?"
A pause. In the background, the distress signal. Then Jamil said quietly, "I've got it, Rescue-one. Waiting your signal."
Xris shut down the transmission, glowered at Raoul. "You coming with us or not?"
Raoul fluttered his eyelids demurely. He always knew when Xris'd had enough. "I'm coming."
The Adonian stepped daintily over the bits of burning wreckage, making futile attempts to pull his gown shut in back. At length, shrugging, he gave up. Pausing, he took a look at his reflection in the carbon-streaked metal wall.
"Oh, well." Raoul shrugged. "Fortunately, I have a nice tight ass
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