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The crowd had started flowing into the building, but the motion suddenly stopped while Dale was still on the sidewalk in front of MacDonald Hall. He peered ahead, one hand shading his eyes from the sun.
Surge frowned and pulled his phone from his pocket. A couple clicks and he said, “IRC says this is the lunch line. They’ve moved the buffet out into the middle of the room, and they’re asking people to take their meal straight into the lecture hall.”
Dale heaved a breath. Nobody would want to stand beneath the mezzanines, or anywhere near them. They could all look up for falling bodies and quickly dash through the threat zone.
Threat zone? What was he thinking? Bodies were not going to rain from the rafters.
Dale wished he could believe that.
Once they all had lunch, a bomb in the
