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. The meeting broke up. Xris offered to stand drinks. Ito said yes, just a minute, began anxiously searching through his briefing papers for the bioresearcher's report. Armstrong declined politely. Gathering his material, he left the briefing room. Rowan said sure, he'd join them in a moment. He'd just thought of a question he needed to ask Armstrong.
Xris dragged Ito away from the snake report. They took the lift to the top floor, to the employees' private lounge. They had their drink and then another. Ito finally went home. Xris waited a long rime before he admitted to himself that Rowan wasn't coming.
The transport run to TISor 4 was dull. Ito and Xris had played businessmen on a marketing trip before and were very polished at it. They were good, so good that it was beginning to bore them. They didn't talk much. Xris divided his time between scanning his briefing notes and worrying about Rowan. Ito read a book rifled Poisonous Reptiles Indigenous to Class 4 Moons. Arriving at space dock, they transferred to a planet-bound shuttle and headed for the commerce sector of the capital city of Greenlock.
Since there was only one city on TISor 4, calling it a capital was a bit grandiose. Greenlock did act as the capital for all of TISor's moons, though, so no one questioned its selfstyled importance. The planet TISor was uninhabitable, a huge orange gas giant. Circling it were twenty-two moons, five of which had atmosphere and were warm enough to support life
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