The guard heard something over by the tents, like the slip of a shoe on concrete. It’s hard to be sure with the hum of generators and cooling systems on this end of the hangar. He slowed his pace, c****d his head to listen more closely. He sensed movement off to his left. Someone stood in the shadows ahead...or maybe it was just a trick of light. He slipped behind the metal cabinet that held bio suits and waited, just in case.
Five minutes later, a silhouette, too short to be a full-grown man, too unsure to be another guard, stepped out of the shadows. The boy’s profile turned left and right, his body tense, his arms extended as if trying to feel his way through the dark. His movements conveyed confusion. He looked lost. The guard stepped from behind the closet, and pointed a flashlight a
