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"It is revolution, then," said Jamil grimly. "What the Navy is afraid of happening is going to happen."
"And the Navy will figure that we're the ones making it happen," Xris said.
"And when this machine goes off and the king drops down dead, our lives won't be worth the paper they're printed on," Tycho added darkly, if somewhat obscurely.
"Does the bureau have any idea who this Knight Commander is?"
Rowan shook her head. "The infiltrator couldn't find out. Apparently no one in the knighthood knows for sure. His identity is kept a closely guarded secret, even from his own people."
"Well, what do we do now, boss?" Harry asked.
The others regarded Xris expectantly. He took a twist from its case, stared at it, not them.
"The way I see it, there's only one logical solution. I go to the nearest Naval base. I turn myself in. I tell them this was all my doing, you guys were just obeying orders. I cut a deal."
The others were silent.
Xris didn't see what they were doing; he was looking at the twist. "As for His Majesty, I'll tell them what we know--"
"That's good," Jamil growled. "Plead insanity."
Xris glanced up.
"It won't work, Xris." Rowan shook her head.
He started to argue, but Jamil waved a hand.
"I can see it now. You stroll onto a Naval base, apologize for breaking into their top-secret facility and kidnapping their number-one code expert at gunpoint
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