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"That include ours?" Jamil grumbled.
Carrying his beam rifle, he jumped through the hole. Xris heard a clatter and a soft curse. "You okay?" he asked softly.
"Landed on top of a goddamn chair." Jamil groaned. "Banged hell out of my knee. I--"
A bright flash of light ended the conversation. Jamil hit the deck. The shot hit the chair.
"Marines," Jamil reported, reverting to his comm. "The door leading from our position on the drop ship's bridge to the facility's airlock is standing wide open. The Marines must be in the airlock itself. They have a clear shot at us through the door. Their weapons are not set on stun?"
The chair's upholstery was starting to smolder.
"Can you reach the controls to shut the door?" Xris asked.
"I can try." Jamil rose to a crouch, using the chair for cover. He made a tentative move.
A laser blast nearly took off his head.
He flattened back down. "They've got scopes, infrared."
"Damn!" Xris sat back on his heels, tried to think. "Tycho, get down there. See what you can do."
Tycho dropped lightly through the hole, carrying his favored sniper rifle. He was nothing but a blur in the shadowy darkness, yet laser fire zipped and crackled all around him. He dropped on all fours, crouched like a spider, and skittered for cover behind a navigator's platform.
"They've got them pinned down," Xris reported for the benefit of the rest of the team
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