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Fred peered inside and saw a rack of handguns. They weren't the standard-issue HE pistols; these had oversized barrels— easily 30 percent larger and longer—and they had grips of self-molding plastasteel. He picked one up and hefted it—its balance was barrel-heavy, to be expected from an unloaded pistol. He found three boxes of clips at the bottom of the locker, opened one, and took out a clip. Whatever this new handgun shot, it was high caliber, slugs the size of his thumb. He slid the clip into the gun, and it secured with a satisfying click.
Now it was perfectly balanced, far better than the standard-issue sidearm.
He secured the weapon and turned to see what Will had found.
Will examined a plastic-wrapped rifle. He removed the rifle from the locker, ripped off its sheathing, and shouldered it. He nodded with satisfaction.
Unlike the MA5B, this rifle had a longer barrel and stock, with a cutdown muzzle shroud. A scope was mounted on an op?tics railing along the top of the rifle. Will hefted a clip and in?serted it into the receiver.
He shouldered the rifle again and peered through the scope. "Auto zoom, nice."
Will and Fred then traded and inspected the new weapons. Fred liked the feel of this new rifle, but wondered how much punch it had—enough, he hoped, to make the trade-off of having fewer rounds in the clip worth it.
They filled two sacks with the new pistols, rifles, and ammu?nition, then moved to the footlockers and lifted the lids.
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Inside the first locker were satchel charges. Fred grabbed three and looped them over his neck. "I think we can find a use for these."
Will knelt next to the second footlocker. Within were plastic boxes marked MJOLNIR MARK V followed by a long list of serial numbers. "This must be what Doctor Halsey wanted," he said.
There was a flutter in the floor—which got Fred's full atten?tion, because a "flutter" in a solid steel floor meant trouble.
The COM channel opened, and Dr. Halsey's voice crackled with static: "Get back to the lab ASAP. I might have a way out. Quickly!"
The vault room flexed, and thunder rumbled through the walls.
"Detonations," Will said. "They're coming."
"Secure those boxes," Fred ordered. He raced to the closed doors. "Open," he shouted to Kalmiya and waited as the door slowly eased apart. He scanned up and down the corridor and then ran back toward the lab.
When they got to the medical wing the lights were dead, and Fred saw Kelly's helmet lights cut through the velvet-rich, dust-filled darkness. She had Dr. Halsey draped over her shoulder. Blood ran from the doctor's nostrils.
"Her office collapsed," Kelly told them. "Support beam missed her by a centimeter."
Dr. Halsey looked up and whispered, "I'm fine. Really." She pushed away from Kelly, stood, and teetered in place.
Fred scooped her up and set her on the examination table. "With all due respect, ma'am, you're not."
Another detonation rippled through the earth—this one stronger than the previous explosion. Fissures snaked through the con?crete walls.