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. Harry had set the plane down on top of the command module and so Xris went to the lower deck airlock. He waited until he heard the magnets clamp on, then tapped the control to override the safeties. He found himself stating--not at another hatch, but at solid durasteel hull plating.
"What the--Harry, you missed the hatch!"
"There isn't one," Harry said serenely, still on an exhilarated high. "Didn't I mention that?"
"How the hell are we supposed to get on board the damn drop ship?" Xris demanded.
"Spacewalk," Harry advised.
Tycho scoffed. "We'd be target practice out there, like sitting ducks in a barrel."
"Cut through the plating," Harry suggested after a moment's profound thought.
"Great!" Xris fumed. "So we fly merrily around the galaxy in a drop ship with a goddam hole in it!"
"Calm down, Xris," Rowan said crisply. She managed a strained smile; she was still pale and shaky. "We're in an overhaul-and-rebuild facility. We'll cut through the plating, then patch it back up. Most of these ships are designed to assist in repairs. If I can get to the computer, I can--"
"All right, all right." Xris knew where that conversation could lead and he didn't have time. Resignedly, he took off his weapons hand, replaced it with his tool hand. "Someone find a cutting torch."
The plasma cutting torch melted through the metal efficiently, but far too slowly--at least as far as Xris was concemed
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