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. Flames crackled. Someone moaned. But if anyone was waiting in ambush, they were being damn quiet about it. Xris took the lead. He and Harry burst into the room. A black form leaped out at them; metal flashed. The knight--knife in hand--landed on Harry. The two crashed back onto a bed, rolled from there to the floor.
Xris lost sight of them. He could hear the two scuffling in the life-and-death straggle, but there was nothing he could do to help. His attention was focused on the phony imageintensifier antenna set up out on the balcony.
The bodies of two "crewmen" lay sprawled beside it. They wore GNN coverails. Either they were knights disguised as GNN personnel or the knights had impressed these two poor bastards into working for them. It didn't matter much now. Tycho's aim was true as ever.
But though its crew was dead, the antenna was still up and running. Xris started toward it to shut it down, saw movement out of the corner of his eye.
Dr. Brisbane darted out from behind a curtain, a needlegun aimed straight at his head.
Xris lunged sideways--or at least that's what he intended to do. His mechanical leg didn't get the message. He tottered, off balance, flailing wildly. The needle struck him in the shoulder of his good arm. His sight blurred red momentarily, the pain unbelievable. But the doctor would have been far better advised to aim for Xris's mechanical side
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