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Troy did not like the caves, and it wasn’t just because there was nothing for him to examine, not even a little moss. There were a few patches of mushrooms, but he was a botanist, not a mycologist. Something wasn’t right, and he pulled out his scanner when he couldn’t place it. Heather and Teresa conversed about whether the caves were adequate protection from the storm, the clip to their voices indicating they were unsure. Troy wished someone had had the sense to suggest they carry a survival shield, but none of them had wanted to haul an extra fifty pounds of gear. He smacked his scanner and held it up to the wall, hoping for something that was not visible to his eyes. “What. A. Specimen,” said Kipp from behind him. Troy tried to move out of the way but only succeeded in stepping in fr