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. Xris Cyborg must have disabled the device. We can-- What is it?"
The Little One was leaning forward, his head cocked, as if he were listening to a distant call.
Raoul followed his companion's line of sight. "News anchor James M. Warden appears exceedingly displeased. Well, he's obviously just realized he's missed his chance to interview us. Oh, that's not it? He's contacting someone. Trying to contact someone. They're not answering. He's trying to contact his news crew! The people in the hotel! You don't suppose--"
The Little One suddenly stiflened; his gaze became unfocused, abstracted. He put his hands to his head, shook it in confusion.
Raoul stared at his friend worriedly. "What "
The Little One stomped on Raoul's foot.
Raoul took the hint, fell silent, though he mourned over the black mark on his golden pumps.
Spinning around, the Little One grabbed hold of Raoul to ensure his complete attention, and transmitted his message.
Raoul sucked in a breath. "You were talking to Xris Cyborg! We're supposed to look for a backup assassin, carrying one of the negative wave devices! Somewhere near the king! Possibly a GNN crewman. A GNN crewman? Are you sure? What else? What else did he say?" The Little One clasped one small hand over his own wrist. "They've been captured." Raoul sighed. "It's up to us." He gazed around. GNN news crew were everywhere
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