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The unlit chamber was as stark and barren as a prison cell. Greenish algae streaked the rough concrete walls. An empty elevator shaft connected the powder room with the guns mounted on upper levels. Rainwater sluiced past the doorway, pooling on the hard stone floor. Tom shook the rain from his hair and glanced around the shadowy bunker. At first he didn’t see anyone and wondered if maybe he had ducked into the wrong storeroom. The old fort was full of secluded nooks and crannies, which no doubt contributed to the location being chosen for this rendezvous.

Even if you knew you were going to survive, you still wouldn’t know what kind of ability you were getting. ” Diana had been dealing with positives for years now, and had seen firsthand how gaining an ability could screw up a person’s life. For every individual who acquired an enviable new talent, such as the ability to heal the sick, there was somebody like Danny Farrell who wound up cursed with a ghastly affliction beyond their control. Or Jean DeLynn Baker, who had become the unwilling carrier of a lethal, Ebola-like virus.

A muscular Hispanic man with a shaved head, he gripped the bars of his cage. “Leave him alone! ” The protesting inmate was a new addition to the cell block, having just been incarcerated earlier today. What was his name again? Sanchez? ” Keech snarled, but the attention seemed to make him uncomfortable. Backing out of the cell, he played lookout in the hall. He fidgeted with his truncheon. “Okay, that’s enough fooling around,” he hissed at Grogan. ” Grogan reacted as though his crony had lost his mind.