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. Hurry, damn it! ...
Rowan was back. "My guess is that the device is being controlled from a remote unit. Which could be hidden anywhere--"
"Oh, the hell with it!"
Balancing himself on his good leg, Xris swung his mechanical leg like a club. His metal foot connected with the machine.
The device smashed against the balcony. Sparks flew. Xris fired a blast from his lasgun at the generator. It blew apart. The whining sound the antenna had been making ceased.
"That's it!" Rowan was jubilant. "You've done it!"
Xris nodded, too tired and hurting to answer.
Harry came out onto the balcony, wiping blood from his hands on the front of his shirt. He had a cut down one side of his face; one eye was starting to swell shut. He looked with satisfaction at the wreckage of the device. "Nice job," he said.
Xris nodded again, pulled out a twist, almost dropped it from his shaking hand.
"You okay?" Harry asked worriedly.
"Yeah," Xris lied. "You?"
"No, thanks," Harry returned loudly. "I don't smoke. What's Tycho up to?"
Good question. Xris hit the comm. "Tycho? You read me?"
No response.
"Tycho?"
Not even a crackle.
A cold feeling spread from Xris's stomach up his spine, nudged aside the pain. It was, he realized suddenly, too damn quiet down on the ground. Motioning Harry to move back, Xris took a cautious look over the balcony
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