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. "Darlene says that it's probably the bureau. Likely they got a make on us from the Navy before communications were shut down."
Xris fumbled for a twist. He eyed Harry. "Darlene?"
Harry blushed. "Major Mohini."
"Rowan."
"All right, then. Rowan. Anyway, I jumped us back outta there. We're in the Lanes again. A short hop. I didn't know what you wanted to do."
Xris didn't, either. He'd planned on communicating their information to Bear Olefsky, but that now appeared to be impossible, what with the bureau crouching in front of the hole, waiting for the mice. Besides, Xris reflected, what could I really tell Olefsky? That he'd believe? Or that would be at all helpful to the king or those guarding him?
Keep on the lookout for a bunch of radical knights wielding a deadly microwave oven?
He started to follow Harry, noticed a red light flashing on his arm. His battery was running low. Opening his leg compartment, he switched packs, put in a fresh charge. When that was done, Xris glanced at his chronometer. The assassination was scheduled to take place fifty-nine hours from when they'd left the Canis Major. Subtract ten hours for sleep and travel. They were down to forty-nine hours now.
Xris went forward, descended into the cockpit. He found Rowan awake, looking rumpled and bedraggled. She was sitting in the copilot's chair, staring bleakly out at the unending blackness of hyperspace
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