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He sank, rather than fell, to the ground, not hurting himself. Two private soldiers hurried over raised him, unconscious, and between them, half-carried, half-dragged him into the building where Major Lorimer issued rapid instructions. They took him to a laboratory, where they expertly inserted a needle into his arm and withdrew a blood sample. One removed the face-mask, opened his mouth, thrust in a swab and scraped his gums for cell samples. After that, they placed him on a gurney and wheeled him into a spotless room with shining steel equipment. He knew nothing about it, but they slid him into a CT scan machine. They concentrated on scanning his brain, so a white-coated technician carefully positioned a plastic, helmet-like monitor for the readings before the machine automaticall
