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exchanged a glace. “It’s vitally important,” he continued, “that you find the antimatter containers in the next room and place one in the middle of C1.”
He tried to remember just what they were like. “They look like jars. Big transparent jars. Make sure you don’t drop them and that you put them right in the dinosaur’s path. Is that clear?”
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“CLEAR?”
Chavo nodded, not really knowing where to look, then launched himself towards the door marked C1, now almost completely open. Juan followed him, happy to leave the prehistoric monster and his dashed expecta-tions behind.
Juan had never thought that the simple act of leaving a room could bring such relief, yet, as soon as he set foot—not figuratively —in C1 he felt as though he’d just walked through the gates of Nirva
