I’m contemplating what it will take to blow the door to the control room off its hinges without bringing the ceiling down when a large gray rat falls from overhead, landing with a plop in the blood. I look up, to see neat ductwork and piping suspended from concrete. Then I nudge the rat with the toe-end of my footplate. A camera button is stuck on its narrow forehead. A whip-wire antenna sticks out of the back of its skull, lying flat against its spine. The mystery of how Intelligence knew exactly what was going on down here is solved. Ransom leans over to look. “God-damn,” he says in a voice
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