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"Maybe something's gone wrong with the shuttle," Ito said, reassuring. "That's a new type Rowan's flying in, you knOW."
Xris snorted. "Rowan's as experienced on flight systems as either of us. Maybe more."
"So what dowe do?" Ito asked again.
"You heard the man." Xris went outside the plane, grabbed his coverails, and started to dress. "Rowan's probably on his way. We'll link up outside the munitions facility."
Ten minutes later, both were ready, their equipment strapped on. They put on earpiece headsets and keyed their data transmission to pass through the coremlink on the spaceplane, enabling them to keep in touch with their orbital command vessel. The sky glowed an eerie orange. The gas giant was just setting. They headed for the swamp.
They slogged along side by side. No sign of Rowan. No word from the controller. Judging by Ito's tightly drawn lips and lowering brows, he was thinking the same thing as his parmer.
Suddenly Ito came to a halt.
"This isn't right, Xris. We deserve some sort of explanation."
Xris looked up at the sky, instinctively and inanely searching for Rowan in the heavens.
"You know as well as I do that as far as the bureau's concerned, we don't deserve a damn thing outside of our paycheck. But," he added grimly, "you can bet I'm going to have a whole lot of questions to ask once we get aboard Vigilance. And the faster we do this, the faster we're back
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