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02f5a0k2vk ([info]02f5a0k2vk) wrote,
@ 2010-12-07 02:35:00

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@@@@@No one paid us any particular attention The
@@@@@No one paid us any particular attention
The road hugged the sidewalk, then curved around the north side of the building complex
We passed between a wing of low buildings and a parking garageSeveral trucks, delivering
medical supplies no doubt, were backed into receiving portsI scanned the crates on the dock,
all labeled
“Keep going… though we might want to grab some of those on the way backSee–Heal…
Cool… Still? I wonder what that one is
I liked that these supplies were labeled and left unguardedMy family wouldn't go without the
things they needed when I was gonehen I was gone; it seemed that phrase was tacked on to
all of my thoughts now
We rounded the back of another buildingJared drove a little faster and kept his eyes
forward–there were people here, four of them, unloading a truck onto a dockIt was the
exactness of their movements that caught my attentionThey didn't handle the smallish boxes
roughly; quite the contrary, they placed them with infinite care onto the waist-high lip of
concrete
I didn't really need the label for confirmation, but just then, one of the unloaders turned his box
so the black letters faced me directly
“This is the place we wantThey're unloading occupied tanks right nowThe empty ones won't
be far… Ah! There, on the other sideThat shed is half full of themI'll bet the closed sheds are
all the way full
Jared kept driving at the same careful speed, turning the corner to the side of the buildingSee?”
He jerked his chin toward the sign on the building
This was the maternity wing“Well, you'll always know where to look, won't you?”
His eyes flashed to my face when I said that, and then back to the road
“We'll have to wait for a


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