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. Harry and Quong, Raoul and the Little One were jammed shoulder to shoulder in the middle. The insides smelled oddly of gardenia and burning oil. When the Devastator reached the culvert's bottom, Xris ordered Jamil to stop.
"Rowan!" Xris was forced to shout into the comm over the rumbling of the engine. "Has the king been evacuated yet?"
"No, Xris!" she returned. "They're keeping him inside the limojet."
It made sense. Under any other circumstances, the shielded, specially designed limo would be the safest possible place. Unfortunately, ironically, it was likely to become the safest possible steel-lined coffin.
"Any luck jamming the negative wave device?"
"We confused them for a few seconds, but they were able to outmaneuver us. The knights know we're on to them now. You better hurry, Xris."
Sliding down out of the turret, the cyborg almost landed in Raoul's lap. The Loti had a handkerchief pressed over his nose and mouth with one hand, the other held fast to the hem of his golden cape, attempting to keep it out of the grease on the floor.
Xris stood practically on top of the Adonian, shouted to be heard.
"Try to reach the Royal Guard! Tell them that they have to get the king out of the limojet! The knights are using the limo as their target. The king would be safer in the crowd than he is in that damn car! You got that?"
Raoul nodded, cautiously removed the handkerchief, and shrieked, "Do you have any ideas on how I'm supposed to get close enough to tell anyone anything?"
Xris shook his head, reached for the controls that opened the hatch
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