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Xris, shaking his head, caught and stowed the rest of the gear. He had just finished when he heard Rowan give a low whistle. In the old days, Xris had come to hate that sound.
"Trouble," said Rowan.
Xris hurried over. "What? The Marines trying to blast open the door?"
"Huh?" Rowan stared at him. "Oh, that. No." She waved her hand airily. "I managed to break into their computer, shut the door that leads to the airlock. Then I changed the codes. And because of the new safety standards that were instituted after the disaster two years ago on board Valiant, they'll have try--"
"Then what's the trouble?" Xris broke in impatiently.
Rowan turned to face him. "We have no fuel. In other words, we're out of gas."
CHAPTER 33
Take calculated risks. That is quite different from being rash.
General George Smith Patton, Letter to Cadet George S. Patton, June 6, 1944
"No fuel pod? Standard operating procedure," said Harry. He was red in the face and puffing, having unloaded all the gear, weapons, flight suits and helmets, the medical supplies, and what was left of the food.
"Safety measure," added Rowan. "It's the first thing they do when a ship goes into dry dock. According to the manual, all fuel pods are to be---"
"Fuck the manual!" Xris swore in bitter anger. "You mean to tell me we took over this bloody ship and now we can't go anywhere in it? And you two knew about this?"
"Not exactly," Harry said, shamefaced
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