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"You better move your nice tight ass or it's going to get shot off," Xris said grimly. Grabbing hold of the Little One, the cyborg lifted the empath over the ruins and the bodies, plunked him down on the floor near Quong. "Keep an eye on these two. And Rowan," he told the Doc. Quong nodded.
Tycho stood at the end of a corridor littered with bodies. Seven humans. All of them, Xris noted, were wearing black uniforms decorated with silver insignia. He didn't recognize either the uniforms or the insignia, but that didn't count for much. Every planet, country, city, city-state, corporation, and radical fringe group had its own paramilitary force. These guys just happened to be better than most. They'd fooled him completely.
Xris motioned for Tycho to join them.
"All clear down here," Tycho reported.
"Yeah," said Xris, spitting out the twist. "That's because there's a reception committee waiting for us at the spaceplane."
"How many?" asked Tycho.
"Too damn many. We're clearing out."
Tycho's face darkened. "Jamil's trapped on the bridge--"
"He's abandoning ship. We all are."
They stared at him.
Xris switched on the comm to Jamil. "Rescue-two-now!" Xris hoped Jamil had truly understood his message. Turn out the lights and lock up the house. Then follow the signs. If not ...
A second's worry-packed delay, and then the lights went out
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