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hey parked Woody’s truck near the road leading to the vet facility. There was a thick stand of sycamore and cottonwood trees ahead of them in an easterly direction. A bright hot sun was setting at their backs as they moved into the woods. Woody said the facility was about 300 meters on the other side of the dense thicket. He led the way, weaving easily and silently through dense underbrush, like an experienced deer hunter—or a trained Marine. After 100 meters, Shake stopped worrying about Woody’s competence.
Twenty minutes later, they were at the edge of a clearing and got their first look at the vet facility. There was a small patch of cleared ground between the tree line and the chain-link fence that appeared to completely circle the area. The fencing was marked in several
