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. "I'll bet he's a Fed?
"Hey, mister, can we see your gun?"
Xris shook his head, kept walking. A large and ugly electrified fence--a grim contrast to the flower beds-surrounded the building. Xris was always meaning to ask Ito what symbology the fence held.
"Any idea what this meeting is about?"
"Nope," Ito answered, lowered his voice. "But it's bound to be about the Hang. We've been working on this damn case for months now. Word is it's ready to break."
"About time! I hope this isn't another of those goddamn ass-numbing talk sessions. Sit around and yammer at one another for hours and get nothing done."
Ito laughed, but he wasn't very sympathetic. He liked the planning part of any assignment, considered it a "cerebral exercise." Xris considered it bullshit. He liked the action-the forty-four-decawatt lasgun pointing at some punk's skull and the "Freeze, Federal agents! Hands behind your head!" part of the operation.
"Is Rowan coming?"
"I don't know," Xris said shortly. "I haven't seen much of him lately."
Ito cast a sharp glance at his friend. Xris was aware of the scrutiny, did his best to ignore it. Dalin Rowan was the third member of what a few in the agency jokingly called the Trinity. Xris, Ito, and Rowan: Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, so named because Xris was the oldest and the biggest; Ito was short, slender, and the youngest; Rowan was quiet, unassuming, and could walk through a computer without leaving a trace behind
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