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SAM COULD SEE A COUPLE of soldiers looking around, having caught the scent. He didn’t have much longer before people were going to start looking for the source. He needed an ignition device. Everyone in China seemed to be a smoker but as luck would have it, Sam’s host was not. He saw a welding torch one bay over; it could work but wasn’t ideal. Scanning the area, sure enough, he saw a pack of cigarettes with a Zippo lighter resting on a cabinet near the welding torch. He walked past and grabbed the Zippo nonchalantly, then took a right turn away from the helicopter bays back into the pseudo corridor between the main columns on the side of the large room where the black skid marks from the exterior door marked the floor.
Worried that the noxious fumes would ignite even from a distance,
