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He looked at Xris anxiously, either begging him to drop the subject or desperately eager to talk. Xris couldn't tell which, and whatever he might have said in return never got said because at that moment Armstrong started talking.
Turning to the wall-mounted vidscreen, he called up a map of the munitions factory and surrounding areas.
"I've prepared some briefing notes; you can go over them at your convenience. I'll cover everything first, and then you can ask questions."
Using a red-light laser indicator, Armstrong pointed out a gray area near the munitions plant. "You'll make your approach from here. This swamp is the only easy point of access. The water and assorted plant life provide excellent cover right up to within three meters of the fence that surrounds the facility."
"Swamp!" Ito repeated, horrified. "Assorted plant life! What does that mean? And what about assorted animal life?"
Armstrong was soothing. "I've checked it out. According to our biometeorological research scientists, there's nothing too dangerous in the swamp." "How the hell do they know? Have they been there?" "No, but studies on swamps on planets with the same type of atmosphere and temperature would seem to indicate that the flora is standard for warm, wet environments. Nothing worse than skunk plants and plenty of vines. They don't think any of the vines are sentient."
"Don't think they're sentient," Xris kidded, nudging Ito under the table with his foot
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