<P>He jerked his head in the direction of a haggard garage-like structure. One with a big metal door on it. "You don't want to know what kind of monster is in there."
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<P>Dom gave an empty nod. "You sure this is worth it?"
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<P>Jock looked at him blankly.
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<P>"Going after your chopper," Dom clarified. "Seems like we're about to bite off more than we can chew." Dominic suddenly noted that the pains in his head had subsided. He no longer trembled, or felt as alien, as invaded as he once had. The presence was still there; He could feel it all the time. Maybe he'd just gotten used to it. Adapted for the time being.
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<P>"There's not exactly an open market for stealth choppers," Jock explained. "And we're going to need one if we want to get to Hong Kong in one piece. Trust me when I say this is the safest way possible."
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<P>"That's fine," Dom said. "It's not like I have anything to lose at this point. Except a few more hours of sleep." Strangely enough, he wasn't tired in the least. "So we're going in the cargo bay?"
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<P>"Hold it," Brian unexpectedly broke the conversation. "Jock, you said you know the locations of every security terminal?"
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<P>"Every one," the pilot confirmed.
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<P>"And what they do?"
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<P>"No, not all of them. But some. What do you want to know?"
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<P>"You said there's a military security bot in that shed, right?"
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<P>"You want to turn it on, in our favor?"
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<P>Brian smiled, like a mischievous child. "Yeah."