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. "Probably jammed the door open. I'm going to have to try to shut it manually, using the emergency override. Doc, we'll need some of those sleepgas grenades--"
He was interrupted by sounds of a scuffle from down below. More laser blasts.
"Hold your fire!" Jamil shouted to the Marines, using Standard Military. "We've got a hostage! Talk to 'em, kid."
Xris heard a whimper.
"I said talk to 'em!"
"Don't ... don't shoot!" came a frightened croak.
Xris jumped into the hole. He remembered about the chair at the last moment, clumsily attempted to swing wide, and missed, but just barely. He ended up slamming his good elbow into the chair's back.
"Doc, watch out for that damn chair when you come down. Tycho, turn on some light. They might as well get a good look at us. Who've we got?"
Jamil, on his hands and knees, had something by the throat up against a bulkhead. Tycho crouched back to back with Jamil, rifle raised, alert and watchful. Quong dropped onto the deck, flourished the sleep-gas grenades, and ducked behind the chain At Xris's command, Tycho scuttled sideways over to the console, found the switch, activated the lights.
The door was wide open. Beyond--the narrow tunnel of the aifiock. At the opposite end, Xris counted five Marine sharpshooters. Anyone going anywhere near that door would be toast.
Keeping well clear, Xris edged his way around the bulkheads to look at their captive
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