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enter the premises. He paused to listen carefully, then proceeded with
caution, just like the guidebook said to do. His left hand gripped the
flashlight, while his right hovered above the heavy police revolver
strapped to his hip.

ANTIBODIES He had handcuffs in a small case on his leather belt, and he
thought he knew how to use them, but he had never managed to catch
anyone yet.

Being a nighttime security guard generally involved a lot of reading,
mixed with a few false alarms (especially if you had a vivid
imagination)-- and not much else.

Vernon's girlfriend was a night owl, an English major and aspiring poet
who spent most of the night waiting to be inspired by the muse, or else
putting in a few hours at the round-the-clock coffee shop where she
worked. Vernon had adjusted his own biological c. ycle to keep up with
her, and this night-shift job had seemed the perfect solution, though he
had been tired and groggy for the first week or so.

Now Vernon was wide awake as he entered the burned- out labyrinth.

Someone was indeed in there.

Old ashes crunched under his feet, splinters of broken glass and smashed
concrete. Vernon remembered how this research facility had once looked,
a high-tech place with unusual modern Northwestern architecturea mixture
of glossy futuristic glass and steel, and rich golden wood from the
Oregon coastal forests.

The lab had burned quite well after the violent protest, the arson, and
the explosion.

It wouldn't surprise him if this late-night intruder was something more
than just kids--perhaps some member of the animal rights group that had
claimed responsibility for the fire, Maybe it was an activist collecting
souvenirs, war trophies of their bloody victory.

Vernon didn't know. He just sensed he had to be careful.

He stepped deeper inside, ducking his head to avoid a fallen wooden
pole, black and warty with gray-white ashes where it had split in the
intense heat. The floor of the main building seemed unstable, ready to
tumble into the base ment levels. Some of the walls had collapsed,
partitions blackened, windows blasted out.

THЈ X- Fli,Ј S He heard someone moving stealthily. Vernon tilted the
flashlight around, and white light stabbed into the shadows, making
strange angles, black shapes that leapt at him and skittered along the
walls. He had never been afraid of closed-in spaces, but now it seemed