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. And think up a plausible story.
"Harry," said Rowan into the comm, almost as soon as the pod had ejected, "put me through to the computer."
She gave detailed instructions to the computer on how to break into its counterpart aboard the Canis Major, how to sneak around without being noticed, what files to find, and how to begin downloading them. Then she sat and fidgeted.
"I suppose it has occurred to you, Xris, that we may be rescued, then immediately tossed into the brig." Tycho was often grumbling and irritable after a raid. "What's to keep the professors"--he jerked his long thumb toward the vessel--"from claiming that we seized their ship, terrorized them, then fled when things got too hot?"
"They won't," said Xris, chewing lazily on a twist. He began investigating the damage to his arm. "In fact, it's my guess they won't even stick around."
"But Harry said they couldn't start their engines for another six... I'll be damned." Quong was keeping watch out the porthole. "You were right. There they go. Full main thrusters."
"Stop them, Xris," said Rowan suddenly. In her urgency, she reached across, rested her hand on his good one. "Tell Harry to shoot them down. Now!"
"Are you crazy?" Xris stared at her. "Fire on an unarmed ship--some helpless research vessel? In full view of that freighter? Okay, the bastards weren't so helpless, but that freighter captain doesn't know that
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