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Once we are tractored on board. Xris went over it all in his mind. Once the commander makes certain our ship is secure, isn't going to try to escape. Once the guards have boarded and made us all prisoners. Once we have given our names and voice prints and hand prints. Once the sergeant tums our request over to the lieutenant, who might or might not see fit to mention it to the captain, who would have to get it approved through channels ... "Fuck it!"
Xris arrived back on the bridge. "How much time ..." He paused. "What are you doing? Have you found it?"
"I didn't look." Rowan was wearing that smug, selfsatisfied smile that always sent a tingle up Xris's spine. She was on to something. "The codes are all in my files back at RFComSec."
"They would have shut those down--"
"The front door," she answered, her hands busy on the keyboard, her eyes scanning each screen as it flashed past. "They shut the front door. Not the back. There!" She glowed with pleasure and triumph. "I'm in! Now ... ship's name." She was talking to herself as she entered the information. "Registration number. Come on. Come on."
Lines of type flashed past in a blur. Suddenly the scrolling stopped. A white bar began to flash.
"This is it!" Rowan hit a key, laughed, jubilant. "You have it on your computer now, Harry! Give them that when they ask for it!"
She was inside the machine
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