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. "Any problems?" he called.
"Nope. Looking good," Jamil reported. "It hasn't been unloaded yet. We've got one armored vehicle. Under wraps--"
"Computer reports indicate that it's in good working order," Rowan said, bringing up the files. "It's a PVC-48 Devastator, if that means anything to you. It doesn't to me."
Jamil grunted. "Yeah. Well, it could or it couldn't. I don't suppose I have time--" Xris shook his head.
"All right. Later. We have supplies and rations for a tenday mission. Weapons, gas masks. Makes me feel nostalgic." Jamil looked up through the airlock, grinned. "Like you said, about time something went right."
"Don't break out the champagne. We're not out of this yet," Xris advised. He was wondering why the Marines weren't continuing their attempt to retake the drop ship. It wasn't like them to give up. "Make sure everything's secure down there."
Straightening, he saw the Little One--arms outspread, legs dangling--being lowered through the hole. "You got him?" Harry called from above.
"I'm not tall enough!" Raoul returned. He glanced around. "Xris, could you--"
The cyborg clumped over, reached up. Harry let go and the Little One fell into Xris's arms. He stood the empath on his feet. Raoul straightened the Little One's hat, which had been knocked askew on landing.
"I've lost my earring," Raoul told his friend.
The Little One shook his head
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