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. And with your first shot, either I take out the kid here or one of my team shoots him.
"Believe it or not"--Xris was coming closer and closer to the door controls--"we're on the same side. There's been a little misunderstanding, that's all. If you can get hold of the Lord Admiral, tell Dixter that Major Mohini's no traitor. Neither are we."
The Marines were watching every move. The barrels of their beam rifles followed Xris as he went. At his side, plastered against him, the hostage was sweating and gulping, but at least he hadn't fainted.
"You're doing good, kid," Xris said to the boy, to keep him going. If the kid went limp on him, it'd all be over. "You won't get any medals for this, but with luck you'll live to tell your grandkids about it."
The controls were a lunge away. Xris braced himself for the jump. Out of the comer of his eye, he saw Jamil, Tycho, and Quong prepared to lay down covering fire.
"One last thing, kidj' Xris said quietly, "tell the Lord Admiral that the king's life is in danger. Twenty-four hours from now. On Ceres. You got that?"
The kid stared at him, baffled, befuddled by fear. Xris doubted if what he'd said had made it through to the terrorcrazed youngster. Not that it much mattered. NOROF wouldn't be able to contact Dixter even if they wanted to. Still, it was worth a try.
"When I shove, you hit the deck. Keep your head down," Xris advised, and, with all his strength, he heaved the boy through the door
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