![]() ![]() I try not to think about the pair of fully armed heat-seeking missiles just under the floor. I know it’s a flimsy cover for Sergeant Stricker’s missile silo, but I can’t worry about that now. My first stop is the so-called equipment room. Once they give me the all clear, I continue to the gymnasium. First I check my scanners, perfectly camouflaged inside an ordinary-looking backpack. ![]() As soon as I find myself alone, I swing into action. That’s what the street clothes and prosthetics are for. Deputy Marshal Stonecase passes me by and I give her a friendly (but not too friendly) nod. So I walk casually up the corridor, like I belong here. The trick is to act natural when anyone’s looking, and then move like the wind when they’re not. Not only that, but this high-tech fortress disguised as a middle school is crawling with guards in the middle of the day. ![]() I’ve got to be in a dozen different places at just the right time, and in just the right order. One wrong move, and-BOOM! The whole thing comes down. This one’s like a cross between a house of cards and a hand grenade with a missing pin. “I am SAM, and this is my latest mission. ![]()
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