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IT WAS Shattuck's turn to pause. His senses were telling him pretty much what he couldn't see. A hundred--maybe two hundred--soldiers now in the room straining to let fly at him, his own gun trained on that black figure that had the say-so as to what might happen next.
Unless Shattuck himself let fly.