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Xris laid his regulation lasgun on the counter. He drew forth a small modified derringer from his suit pocket and placed it on the counter. Next came a long, thin blade from the back of his jacket, a needle-gun from a leg holster, and a boot knife.
"Glad you're here to protect us, Father," Ito said.
"And I always will be, my son," Xris returned solemnly, and patted Ito on the head.
They walked without incident through the weapons detectors, headed for the lifts.
"Floor thirty-five," Xris said, and inserted his security card.
The lift whisked them up, stopped. Stepping out, Xris and Ito glanced up at the briefing screen.
"Mission briefing 2122027, 0845hrs, 3506."
"That's us."
The two were early for the briefing, but they weren't alone. Another man sat at a desk in the back, sipping coffee and working on a portable computer. He looked up, smiled, nodded. Xris and Ito nodded back, took their seats at the desks that made this room resemble a classroom.
Xris was back up a moment later, going to get coffee for himself, tea for Ito. He'd just returned to his seat when Ito nudged him. Dalin Rowan had walked in.
"Dalin, how's it going?" Ito asked pleasantly.
"Okay," Rowan replied.
His lips jerked in what was intended for a smile, but didn't quite make it. And nothing sounded less okay than his "Okay."
He took a seat in the center of the room, about four chairs removed from Xris and Ito
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