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"
Oh
,
yeah
,
that
,
"
Minho
said
,
his
voice
completely
indifferent
.
Thomas
reached
in
and
pulled
apart
the
curtains
of
ivy
,
then
stared
blankly
at
a
square
of
metal
riveted
to
the
stone
with
words
stamped
across
it
in
big
capital
letters
.
He
put
his
hand
out
to
run
his
fingers
across
them
,
as
if
he
did
n't
believe
his
eyes
.
WORLD
IN
CATASTROPHE
:
KILLZONE
EXPERIMENT
DEPARTMENT
He
read
the
words
aloud
,
then
looked
back
at
Minho
.
"
What
's
this
?
"
It
gave
him
a
chill
--
it
had
to
have
something
to
do
with
the
Creators
.
"
I
do
n't
know
,
shank
.
They
're
all
over
the
place
,
like
freaking
labels
for
the
nice
pretty
Maze
they
built
.
I
quit
bothering
to
look
at
'em
a
long
time
ago
.
"
Thomas
turned
back
to
stare
at
the
sign
,
trying
to
suppress
the
feeling
of
doom
that
had
risen
inside
him
.
"
Not
much
here
that
sounds
very
good
.
Catastrophe
.
Killzone
.
Experiment
.
Real
nice
.
"
"
Yeah
,
real
nice
,
Greenie
.
Let
's
go
.
"
Reluctantly
,
Thomas
let
the
vines
fall
back
into
place
and
swung
his
backpack
over
his
shoulders
.
And
off
they
went
,
those
six
words
burning
holes
in
his
mind
.
An
hour
after
lunch
,
Minho
stopped
at
the
end
of
a
long
corridor
.
It
was
straight
,
the
walls
,
solid
,
with
no
hallways
branching
off
.
