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. The plane had short wings, a small cockpit, and was unarmed. The central cargo area was only three meters long, but all in all the craft was exactly what they wanted. It certainly wouldn't draw anyone's attention, arouse anyone's suspicions.
"A good choice," Xris said, giving the outside a careful examination. "I've got to give Armstrong credit: He seems to know his stuff."
"Does that mean we get to keep him, Daddy? Huh? Please, please?" Ito begged, tugging on the sleeve of Xris's flight suit.
"Sure, son," Xris answered magnanimously. "But you've got to feed him and clean up after him." He grinned. 'Tll stow the gear. You check the nay computer and see if it has any idea where TISor 13 is located."
Xris boarded the plane through the drop-down hatch that he trusted wouldn't drop down when they were deep in space. Ito checked the computer, began shaking his head and muttering to himself.
"Nothing much here, Xris. It provides the normal approach vectors, climate and weather reports--probably outdated--and a directory of inhabitants. I'm running the inhabitants against our known Hung member list, but I don't expect to find anything."
A few seconds passed as Ito cross-correlated the data with the list. "Nope, nothing here. I'll feed the standard inbound vector to the nay computer to take us in. Once we're in the atmosphere, you can fly us to our landing zone
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