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Xfis didn't bother to look. He wouldn't know a spectrum analysis if it smacked him in the face. "Good. That gives us a chance. Get a fix on the damn device and Tycho'll take it out with the lascannon."
Rowan stared intently at her screen, made some rapid calculations, chewed on her lip. "My fix on the position is--"
Whatever she said next was lost in a thundering, thumping blast. The engines of the PVC-28 Devastator fired, backfired, misfired, and finally--after a strangled cough-rumbled contentedly. A cloud of black, choking smoke filled the vehicle bay and began to seep into the rest of the drop ship. Raoul, who was inexplicably changing his clothes, bleated in indignation and waved a frantic hand. ''This gunk is ruining my outfit!" he wailed.
The tank's engines cycled over from deafening roar to a head-splitting hum that caused Xris to hastily shut down his augmented heating. Even so, the irritating whine made him grit his teeth.
"Here are the coordinates!" Rowan shouted at him. "I've fed them into the computer! You should be able to bring it up on the screen!"
Xris went back to the screens. Harry had his large finger planted on one of them.
"There," he said, and he shook his head. "That's it. Got to be."
"You've made a mistake." Xris turned back. "Rowan, reenter your data."
"No mistake, Xris," Quong confirmed. ''That's it."
Xris looked back, took out a twist, clamped his teeth down on it hard
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