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"Me, either. We should wait for Rowan." Xris scratched irritably at a red welt on his arm; one of the local insects had bitten him. "Unless that computer system is dirt easy, there isn't much you or I can do to break in." "What do we do?"
"Hell, there's nothing we can do! You heard Armstrong. We must assume Blackjack. No arguments, no questions." Xris kicked the console with the toe of his boot.
Ito was silent a moment, then said quietly, "You think it's Rowan, don't you? Something's happened."
"I don't know what to think!" Xris stood up, stomped around the small plane. Then he stopped, glared at nothing. "No, damn it. Whatever personal problems Rowan's got, he wouldn't let them get in the way of his job." "You said it yourself--he's been acting pretty strange." Xris didn't respond. He moved back over to stand in front of the comm unit. His fingers itched to touch the controls, call up Armstrong, demand an explanation Blackjack or no Blackjack.
Not that Armstrong would tell him anything. The controller wasn't there in order to satisfy Xris's curiosity. The controller was in charge of the mission, and what he said went. Xris would only get himself into something deeper and darker than that damn swamp if he started disobeying orders again. Amadi wouldn't go easy on Xris this time. Xris would be stuck behind some desk somewhere. Besides-Xris's common sense took hold--if Armstrong was trying to grapple with an emergency, Xris might jeopardize the whole mission by attempting to reestablish contact
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