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"No. What I need.., is in here," Dorman said, pointing.

Vernon saw that the burly man had pulled away some of the rubble to
reveal a hidden fire safe.

Dorman finally managed to pluck a bent and battered photo badge out of
his shirt pocketma Dymar Laboratory clearance badge. This man had worked
here .. . but that didn't mean he could root around in the burned
wreckage now.

"That means nothing to me," Vernon said. "I'm going to take you in, and
if you really have authorization to be here, we'll get this all
straightened out."

"No!" Dorman said, so violently that spittle sprayed from his lips.

"You're wasting my time." For a moment, it looked as if the skin on his
face shifted and blurred, then reset itself to normal. Vernon swallowed
hard, but tried to maintain his stance.

Dorman ignored him and turned around.

Indignant, Vernon stepped forward and drew his weapon. "I don't think
so, Mr. Dorman. Get up against the wall--right now." Vernon suddenly
noticed the thick bulges underneath the man's grimy shirt. They seemed
to move of their own accord, twitching.

Dorman looked at him with narrowed dark eyes. Vernon gestured with the
revolver. With no sign of intimidation or respect, the man went to one
of the intact concrete walls that was smeared and blackened from the
fire. "I told you, you're wasting my time," Dorman growled. "I don't
have much time."

TIle X-FII, ES "We'll take all the time we need," Vernon said.

With a sigh, Dorman spread his hands against the soot- blackened wall
and waited. The skin on his hands was waxy, plastic-looking.., runny
somehow..Vemon wondered if the man had been exposed to some kind of
toxic substance, acid or industrial waste. Despite the reassurance of
his gun, Vernon didn't like this at all.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw one of the bulges beneath Dorman's
shirt squirm. "Stand still while I frisk you."

Dorman gritted his teeth and stared at the concrete wall in front of
him, as if counting particles of ash. "I wouldn't do that," he said.

"Don't threaten me," Vernon answered quickly.