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. Jamil, Rowan, Quong, Harry, and himself were in Naval uniform. Rowan wore her own, which she'd been wearing when she took this unexpected trip. The rest were outfitted from the team's extensive "wardrobe," as Raoul termed it. Impersonating Naval personnel was highly illegal, of course, and if captured, they could all be executed as spies, but since, if captured, they were all likely to be executed anyway, Xris didn't figure it much mattered. When flying a long-range Schiavona with military markings, it made sense to dress the part, and he'd ordered the uniforms brought on board against just such a contingency.
If anyone at NOROF bothered to check, they'd find out that the Schiavona was registered as belonging to Olefsky's "home guard" and that the uniforms should also be "home guard," but with communications shut down because of Operation Macbeth, NOROF wouldn't be able to check.
"At least this damn Macbeth's turned out to be good for something," Jamil had remarked irritably.
Tycho wasn't wearing a uniform--no human-issue type would fit the alien's tall, slender physique. But he had obligingly changed skin color in order to blend in. Raoul had tucked his long hair up under his hat, was dressed in uniform, sort of--if one discounted the glittering rhinestone earrings and other pieces of gaudy jewelry he'd added to "liven things up." Since the Adonian was to remain on board the plane, with orders to participate in the raid only in case of emergency, Xris hadn't wasted time in arguing
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