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The
hangar
door
stood
open
.
There
were
marks
where
someone
had
jimmied
the
lock
with
something
like
a
crowbar
.
Rita
thrust
one
of
the
battle
axes
into
the
ground
and
unlatched
the
20mm
rifle
slung
on
her
back
.
"
You
’
ve
got
five
minutes
.
"
"
I
only
need
three
.
"
I
ran
into
the
hangar
.
It
was
a
long
narrow
building
with
Jackets
lining
either
side
of
the
passage
down
the
middle
.
Each
building
housed
enough
Jackets
for
one
platoon
,
twenty
-
five
to
a
wall
.
The
air
inside
was
heavy
and
moist
.
The
lights
set
into
the
walls
flickered
off
and
on
.
Most
of
the
Jackets
still
hung
from
their
hooks
,
lifeless
.
The
overpowering
stench
of
blood
almost
knocked
me
off
my
feet
.
A
huge
dark
pool
had
collected
in
the
center
of
the
room
,
staining
the
concrete
.
Enough
to
fill
a
bird
bath
.
Two
lines
that
looked
as
though
they
’
d
been
painted
with
a
brush
extended
from
the
pool
toward
the
other
entrance
at
the
far
end
of
the
hangar
.
Someone
had
been
horribly
wounded
here
,
and
whoever
dragged
them
away
didn
’
t
have
the
manpower
or
equipment
to
do
it
neatly
.
If
all
that
blood
had
leaked
out
of
one
person
,
they
were
already
dead
.
A
handful
of
Jackets
were
strewn
in
disarray
on
the
ground
,
liked
the
desiccated
molts
of
some
human
-
shaped
beast
.
A
Jacket
was
a
lot
like
one
of
those
ridiculous
cuddly
suits
employees
dress
up
in
at
theme
parks
to
look
like
some
maniacally
grinning
mouse
.
When
they
’
re
empty
,
they
just
hang
on
the
wall
with
gaping
holes
in
the
back
waiting
for
someone
to
climb
in
.
Since
Jackets
read
minute
muscular
electric
signals
,
each
one
has
to
be
custom
made
.
If
you
were
to
wear
someone
else
’
s
Jacket
,
there
’
s
no
telling
what
would
happen
.
It
might
not
move
at
all
,
or
it
might
snap
your
bones
like
twigs
,
but
whatever
the
result
,
it
wouldn
’
t
be
good
.
No
one
made
it
out
of
Basic
without
learning
at
least
that
much
.
The
Jackets
on
the
ground
were
clear
evidence
that
someone
had
ignored
that
basic
rule
out
of
desperate
necessity
.
I
shook
my
head
.
My
Jacket
had
been
left
unmolested
in
its
berth
.
I
climbed
in
.
Of
the
thirty
-
seven
pre
-
suit
-
up
checks
,
I
skipped
twenty
-
six
.
