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Cade and Jana returned after canvassing their thirteenth house. They were tired, hungry, and their feet were sore.
“Come on,” said Jana. “Let’s head over to the command center. I’ve got to get something to eat and find out what else is going on. And it’s probably time you get to the airport.”
Cade grabbed Jana by the arm.
“Is that what I think it is?” he said, pointing to the right.
Jana looked over. Inside one of the plastic habitrail enclosure tunnels leading away from the Hiroshima Hilton was what looked like a body.
“I bet you’re right,” said Jana. “Come on.”
The body was laying just inside the translucent sidewall of the enclosure. The man wasn’t resting. He wasn’t sleeping. He wasn’t acting. The man was dead. His eyes were still one quarter cracked open, but there was no li
