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dark from weather. Red biohazard containers stood inside a locked metal cage.
Quincy pulled out the copied key card.
It worked.
The cage door clicked open.
I will never forget that sound.
Four red containers waited inside.
Quincy pointed to the second one. A small wedge of wood held the lid open the width of two fingers.
“I put that there,” he said.
I lifted continue reading …
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