He had to admit that the executive had seen straight through to the heart of his inner feelings; probably the effects of a telepathic assistant, or a series of surveillance devices. Jamie began glancing around the room for concealed eavesdropping equipment. A brief search from floor to ceiling uncovered nothing. But this only made him worry more. Then he realized abruptly how paranoid he was acting and shrugged it off with a grin. The grin faded when he found Zaxt standing outside the door of his quarters. "Good morning," the bot smiled, reaching for Clamber's bags. "There's just enough time for a repast before transporting up to the Dagger. You slept well, I hope." Jamie started off down the corridor. "How long have you been waiting out here?" "I just arrived," Zaxt answered. "Had to help reprogram the ship's nav unit. I also loaded supplies for our mission, sorted several hundred communiques for Turner Werch, and conducted a thorough analysis of—" "All right, already.
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