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His mechanical side working again, Xris sat up weakly on the cot, looked around. He chewed on the twist.
"Did you all hear what we're up against?"
"No, thanks!" Harry boomed. "I don't smoke."
"Doc, find a notepad, take this down, and show it to Harry. I want everyone in on this. I'll explain the situation."
When he was finished, Xris looked around at each member of the team. "I've reached my decision. I can't give myself up."
Rowan, beside him, made a small sound of protest. Xris stretched out his hand to her, his good hand.
She hesitated, then clasped his hand in hers.
Xris continued, "Not without leaving Rowan here wide open. But the rest of you can. That would be my advice, in fact. Dixter'll see to it that you're treated fairly. You might even end up being heroes."
The others exchanged glances, with the exception of Harry, who was puzzling over Quong's handwriting.
"Turn ourselves in? Is that what this scrawl says?" Harry was suddenly on his feet, indignant. "You can't do that, Xris, goddammit! You can't let them get hold of Darlene!"
"I'm not going to, Harry."
"What?"
"Doc, write down--Never mind."
"I'm not doing it, Xris," Harry continued belligerently. "I'll stay with Darlene, if you won't."
Quong was writing furiously. He shoved the notepad under Harry's nose.
Harry read, looked at Xris, blushed
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