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Marnie and Alice followed Major Zimholt in silence through the warren of interconnecting corridors that led away from Caroline Baird’s lab.
Energy hummed through Marnie’s veins, like the hum of the device that had completely healed her wounded ankle.
She felt… joy. That was the only word she could call it. Joy at something so mysterious and new.
Alien.
Was it possible?
So many things were possible. Marnie should know that better than anyone.
She glanced aside at Alice, whose face showed no joy whatsoever.
She looked grim. Or maybe just worried.
Marnie bumped her arm against Alice’s to try to shake her out of it. “It’s fine,” Marnie said. “It’s good.”
“Major Zimholt,” Alice said, coming to a stop in the middle of a long corridor. A man in khaki Carhartt pants and a dark green fl
