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. "Could be poisoned," he added for Dixter's benefit.
The Lord Admiral said nothing, just shook his head.
The answer came back sounding slightly puzzled. "Chemical analysis reads ... exhaust fumes, Captain."
"I'll be damned. That's an old PVC-28 Devastator," Dixter said, squinting into the sunlight.
"And it's headed this way, my lord. Civilian casualties or no, we've got to---"
"No, it's not." Dixter pointed. "It's turned. It's heading for the ... hotel?"
Both men watched, bemused, as the PVC crunched and mangled its way over the vehics in the parking lot, firing bursts of tracer fire to clear people from its path. It smashed through a retaining wall, rolled down a culvert, disappeared for several long moments--when it must have come to a halt. Then it surged up the other side and trundled on, continuing its relentless drive toward the Ceres Towers.
Dixter was on the comm. "Commander, alert the local police to immediately evacuate that hotel and seal off the surrounding area."
"Damnedest thing I ever saw," Cato remarked. "At least the king and queen appear to be safe enough."
"Captain," said the Lord Admiral grimly, his gaze fixed intently on the PVC, "I have a hunch about this, too. Do whatever it takes to get that damn limo going!"
The PVC clanked and thundered its way down the side of the culvert. Xris rode in the gun turret; Jamil steered from down below
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