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Rowan shook hands with their new controller, mumbled "Nice to meet you," then asked abruptly, "What time's the briefing?"
Armstrong blinked and answered, "Twenty-two hundred, if that's okay with everyone? I thought--" "Fine."
Rowan left, moving so rapidly that Xris fell over a desk in his effort to catch up. He caught his friend at the door.
"Hey, buddy, I thought we were going to talk. Look, I've got an idea. Come home with me to dinner. We've got six hours before the briefing with Parnstrong. Marjorie's cooking something special--one of her famous 'welcome home' meals. She'd love to see you. She said she didn't hear from you the whole time I was away. You know how she worlies .... "
Rowan was shaking his head, doing his best to escape out the door. But Xris was a big man, broad-shouldered and tall, and made a sizable obstacle.
His attempt foiled, Rowan halted, stared impatiently past his friend into the hall. "Thanks, Xris, but I just remembered an appointment--" "Cancel it."
Rowan shook his head. "I'm afraid that's not possible. I'll see you at the briefing."
He tried to step around. Xris grabbed hold of his friend's arm. "Goddammit, Dalin, I'm sorry--"
Rowan looked directly at Xris for the first time since he'd entered the room. "For what?" Rowan asked bitterly. "Being right?" Slender, shorter than Xris, Dalin Rowan was wiry and agile
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