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Not
even
from
the
poison
snooper
over
the
table
—
until
it
was
too
late
.
How
?
Well
,
no
matter
now
,
the
Baron
thought
,
his
mind
firming
.
The
next
guard
captain
will
begin
by
finding
answers
to
these
questions
.
He
grew
aware
of
more
activity
down
the
hall
—
around
the
corner
at
the
other
door
to
that
room
of
death
.
The
Baron
pushed
himself
away
from
his
own
door
,
studied
the
lackeys
around
him
.
They
stood
there
staring
,
silent
,
waiting
for
the
Baron
’
s
reaction
.
Would
the
Baron
be
angry
?
And
the
Baron
realized
only
a
few
seconds
had
passed
since
his
flight
from
that
terrible
room
.
Some
of
the
guards
had
weapons
leveled
at
the
door
.
Some
were
directing
their
ferocity
toward
the
empty
hall
that
stretched
away
toward
the
noises
around
the
corner
to
their
right
.
A
man
came
striding
around
that
corner
,
gas
mask
dangling
by
its
straps
at
his
neck
,
his
eyes
intent
on
the
overhead
poison
snoopers
that
lined
this
corridor
.
He
was
yellow
-
haired
,
flat
of
face
with
green
eyes
.
Crisp
lines
radiated
from
his
thick
-
lipped
mouth
.
He
looked
like
some
water
creature
misplaced
among
those
who
walked
the
land
.
The
Baron
stared
at
the
approaching
man
,
recalling
the
name
:
Nefud
.
Iakin
Nefud
.
Guard
corporal
.
Nefud
was
addicted
to
semuta
,
the
drug
-
music
combination
that
played
itself
in
the
deepest
consciousness
.
A
useful
item
of
information
,
that
.
