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A dozen men clad in white uniforms of the S-Council surrounded them, and there were weapons in their hands.
Senior Quadrate Blair understood. Partially, he understood. He had been reading a banner headline, and then suddenly -- suddenly there had been an indescribable moment of utter dark, of awful timelessness -- and cold. And there was still the cold, tangible and fluorescing in a green-blue flame about him. Through it he could see the white blurs -- the men in white. S-men.