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In Between Minds: Is He Here?

I hid as best I could while keeping the hall and main doors in view, and watched the four that had just arrived. They seemed uncomfortable being out in the open.

When they entered, they were confronted with the people scattered everywhere, and they stopped abruptly.

In the quiet of the station, I heard one of the men say, “She’s been here.” He gave an order to the other two men. “Viktor, Yefim, see if the Polkovnik is here somewhere.” They began a survey of the bodies. The woman bent down to one of the people still alive. “Leave them, Kseniya,” the man told her gently.

Quickly and quietly, I laid down on the floor, hid my tattoos with my coat, and was still. One of the men ascended the rear stairs, passed by slowly, but paid me no attention. After a moment, he descended again. I stayed where I was.

“Let’s check the yard,” the man said. Footsteps started toward the main door. I tried to learn something about them, but three were shielded and I couldn’t find the fourth. The footsteps stopped instantly.

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