The thirtieth-hour shift was in chaos. All five of them, racing around madly, trying to make sense of what had happened.
They'd already known something was wrong when they came around a bend in the corridor and seen that the vault was open. They'd known something further was wrong when they noticed the twentieth-hour shift, laid out like ten-pins on the floor of the hallway, two of the five in a little pool of their ...
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