Final Snippet, PROCESSING DUTY.

It still needs work, but determining what that work is will be the beta readers’ problem.

The halls were cleared, because nobody wants to be anywhere besides behind blast doors during Processing. I didn’t, either — but the job’s the job. On the other hand: what was anybody gonna do, if they saw me running through the halls, Dizzy’s gun in hand? Besides hit an alarm button that didn’t work?

Anyway, the door leading to the Processing chamber had been jimmied; it looked closed, but the lock didn’t engage. You don’t do that. You don’t do that. I can see trying to keep the door to an underground nuclear test site stuck closed, but open? That’s just being spiteful.