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. Taking their filthy blood money. Selling his friends out.
Why? Why the hell didn't I go after him? Xris was to ask himself that question during the long, pain-tormented nights. And he always came up with the same answer.
Because he was my friend. A man doesn't tail his best friend.
But then neither does a man set his best friends up for the kill.
Armstrong was already in the briefing room when Xris entered. He sat down and waited. After a few moments, Ito wandered in, glanced worriedly at Xris, who had been moody and morose in the bar.
Xris smiled, nodded, indicated that he was once more in his right senses. An excellent meal--all his favorite foods--and Marjorie's reassuring, levelheaded conversation had eased his mind. Dalin hadn't sold anyone out. He'd be fine. Some things a man had to work out on his own.
Ito grinned, relieved. He began to examine a map of TISor 13 that Armstrong had brought up on the large vidscreen.
Dalin came in, sat down next to Xris.
"I'm sorry," Rowan said abruptly. "But everything's going to be okay now. It's all ... taken care of."
"What is? Look, Dalin, if you need cash, I've got a few extra credits in my account "
"No, no," Rowan said hastily, with a bleak smile. "It's all arranged. I can't explain now. When this job's done, I'm going to be all right. I promise, Xris. Don't worry. It's going to be all right
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