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SAM HAD ENTERED THE MARK, whom he now understood to be Peng Lee, as silently as he knew how. He didn’t poke around, to minimize the chance of Peng feeling anything of Sam’s presence. Once back at the ZG entrance, Peng showed his ID and was allowed entry through the main gate, and then into what looked like the main gate security office. Somebody started yelling at Peng once he entered the office. Using his minimal language training Sam understood the yelling to be basic directions to double check the rest of the day’s gate schedule with the main building. If Sam was not being so cautious, even a fractionally deeper infiltration of Peng’s mind would have allowed him access to his full language skills, among other things. For now he was hanging back to get the lay of the land.
Peng sat
