FiftyBy eleven o’clock rain is falling, a steady, heavy rain characteristic of this time of year, but Machuzak has no intention of heading home. Instead, he pulls up the collar of his jacket, grabs a flashlight and sets out on foot from the MTF to Site Beta. His badge no longer grants access to the pentagon or the main building and, anyway, guards will be posted, but he should be able to get into Beta, a largely abandoned complex of buildings that houses some old machines and smaller experiments. And he’s betting that he knows CFRC better than the guards do, and maybe Krieg-Zuber.
On the approach to Beta Site Nathaniel glances west. Third shift is well under way, the pentagon is ablaze and the rain encircles all the floods with shimmering halos. His ears seem to be playing tricks, though,
