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. "Unfortunately, we can't be sure how long that will take, but hopefully enough to enable us to find them and stop them."
Harry, completely lost, scratched his head. "What's to keep us from blowing up some microwave pizza joint?"
"That would be one well-cooked pizza," Rowan told him, smiling. She was obviously growing fond of Harry. "No other microwave on the planet--on any planet, for that matter--would be this powerful or have quite this same configuration."
"So we drop out of the skies and go looking for a giant microwave," Tycho's translator squawked. "What then?"
Xris shrugged. "I can't say. Sorry, guys. I 'know you're used to having it all laid out in advance, but there are too damn many variables here."
"Including the fact that the good guys are going to be shooting at us, thinking we're the bad guys," Jamil grumbled.
Xris had no reply to that.
"Hell of a way to run an outfit." Jamil continued his bitching. "And speaking of getting shot at, I've checked out the so-called armored vehicle." He glared at Rowan. "I thought you said it was a PVC-48 Devastator." "I did. At least, that's what the computer files indicate." "Well, the computer made a mistake." Jamil was grim. "It's a PVC-28, and this must be the first one they ever built. That tank's older than I am. I trained on one! They must have been hanling it to a museum."
"Probably fixing the tank up for some special mission," Rowan suggested
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