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o how’s this thing work with you guys? The two men from St. Louis sat in the cafeteria staring at Samuel Imshana. “We gotta be cleaned up and gone before noon tomorrow.”
“It’s just a matter of loading the last of the equipment boxes. We’ve had them cleaning and sanitizing all day.”
“We gonna have any trouble with the passengers?” The larger of the two St. Louis visitors was a big man who had the flattened nose and ridged forehead of an ex-boxer.
“We’ll handle them.” Samuel nodded and stretched. He didn’t much care for the new men’s attitude, and neither of them had been much help with the grunt work and site sanitizing that had gone on all day at the facility. “I don’t expect any problems. The doctor will medicate them before we start. They should sleep most of the way.”
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