The Black Ships

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  Frank grabbed the first set of wires, turned his face away in a futile gesture, yanked them out and jumped away like a scalded cat. Looking down, he saw the wax cover dangling from the wire in his hands. Turning it over, he saw a magnesium strip with a wire clamped to each end.

  Feeling a little more confident that he might live out the night, he headed for the next column and was just reaching for the wires when he heard voices. He walked to the end of the tanks and saw, to his dismay, that Chuck was facing the young man from Lance’s crew, the one who had been given clearance to come in tonight and remove the planters.

  The young man was holding a handgun.