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Alaric jumped into the nearest news van, snatching a megaphone from one of the crew member’s hands, calling into the crowd of paramedics inside the tapped-off perimeter. “Do not drink that water!”
A few heads turned his way, and then it went eerily silent.
“This is Special Agent Blade. I’m with the FBI. We have reason to believe that the water might have been contaminated, so please refrain from drinking it, right now!”
Alarmed whispers broke out. A female volunteer threw her bottle to the ground, smacking another out of her colleague’s hand.
Huffing, Captain Rourke ground out, “What the hell is he doing?” With great urgency, he snaked his way through the throng of people toward the news van standing off to one side.
Next to Carver, a young firefighter spat water to the ground,
