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“Hey man, you okay?”
Standing at the edge of the hallway, Dale still couldn’t catch his breath. A few feet away, people still streamed past, headed towards the grand entrance hall where they’d eaten breakfast. The babble had thinned, mostly because the narrow staircase from the conference room to this broad corridor had choked everyone down to single file. The stink of his own sweat filled Dale’s nose and bile burned the back of his throat, making his swirling head even more nauseating. Without a hand on the cool concrete wall, he might have toppled over.
Someone poisoned Lash.
Ridiculous.
“Come on,” someone said. “Sit down.”
Dale made himself look.
It was the skinny kid who’d been sitting next to him in the auditorium. Not so much a kid, actually. Yeah, he was weirdly thin, buil
