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"Yeah. And I'm going to model nude for the cover of Celestial Bodies." Xris chomped down on a twist, bit it clean in two. Part of it fell into the launch module below.
He shut the hatch, sealed it, slid down the ladder to land on the deck with a thud. "Time?"
"Six and a half hours. We're off schedule by thirty minutes," Doc pronounced worriedly. "Can't be helped."
Everyone was at his post except Rowan, who sat huddled in a comer, staring bleakly at nothing.
Xris headed forward, to where Jamil sat at the controls of the launch module. He passed Rowan, but said nothing. He had no comfort to offer, knew it wouldn't be welcome even if he did. Let her alone for now. She'd be back to normal once they landed on the planet's surface, once they began to track the negative wave device.
Jamil was at the helm, Harry alongside. Screens filled the wall, but there were no windows anywhere. All the seats were high-backed, with multiple straps to hold the Special Forces teams in place during the descent.
"Jeez." Harry looked at the crude and simple controls, and was shocked. "You call this flying?"
"No," Jamil said shortly. "We call it dropping. Don't worry. It'll get us there in one piece and that's all it was meant to do."
"Ready, Xris?" Harry glanced over his shoulder. He looked and sounded reluctant.
Xris didn't blame the big man. Once the launch module let go, they would be hurtling down to the planet's surface with no defenses and only minimal guidance systems to get them there
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