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. Rowan was gazing at them all in wonder. Maybe he wouldn't have to explain things to her, after all.
"You will need a doctor," Quong said stiffly. "As well as a mechanic. Besides, I want to make a thorough study of the Tongan. I will be the first human doctor to notate their physiology."
"They might even reinstate you," Jamil muttered, but he took care to keep his voice low and Quong, fortunately, did not hear.
"We'll need a computer expert," Xris said offhandedly. "A code breaker might come in handy, too."
"Are you sure, Xris?" she asked softly, so softly only his augmented heating enabled him to hear her. "Yeah. I'm sure."
Rowan squeezed his hand. She looked up at the others. "Thanks. All of you. I know you're really doing this for me and I ... I--" She choked, covered her face.
Xris lay back down, shut his eyes. The drug was dragging him under.
Where do you want to go, laddie?
Olefsky's question drifted to the cyborg through a thick, pleasant mist.
Xris shook his head. It didn't matter. From now on, one place would be as good---or as bad--as another. He shut off his heating, shut down his battery.
Rowan, seeing him drifting off to sleep, tried to gently withdraw her hand.
Xris tightened his grip, held fast to her.
To Rowan. To his old friend.
He held fast to every one of them. All seven.
His team.
One for all, and damn the torpedoes
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