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<P><JC><B>CHAPTER SEVEN: Unclean 
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<P>Jock sat in his cell. Probing his mind. Searching for questions and answers. Remembering all the bits and pieces of possible conspiracies he'd ever learned. Suddenly trying to fit them together, as though he now had the missing piece that would complete the Big Picture. Then he wandered to escape.
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<P>His mind fell blank.
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<P>Then the alarm sounded. 
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<P>"Jesus!" Jess yelled, backing against a wall, staring at the crumpled body on the floor. It oozed a growing red puddle. "Dom! Shit! You didn't need to shoot him!"
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<P>Dominic still held the gun with both hands. Still pointed the smoking barrel at the fresh corpse. Then he swiveled around, looked at Jess... and winced. Some sudden look of struggle flashed through his eyes, and then his face blanked from all expression again.
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<P>The guard who had been sitting at the station just down the stairs and inside UNATCO HQ was the one sprawled across the floor, newly dead.
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<P>Just before he was shot he had said into his radio, "We might have a situation here."
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<P>Somebody deeper in the compound heard the faint gunshot, put two and two together, and sounded the alarm.
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<P>The guard's eyes stared up at the ceiling.