Dieter is here, the Others told him.  Not near, or in the area.  Here.

Here still covered a lot of territory, as the building was quite large.  There were too many exits and not enough time to cover them all.  I will have to find the security office, and that means more deaths.  Murder was a distasteful business, and the Shadowman’s mouth drew into a hard line as he touched the stiletto in his pocket.  He would do what he must.

For once he walked a hallway clear of people, but he knew such luck wouldn’t last.  He didn’t believe in luck, regardless.  Luck is not what brought me to you, Dieter.  That was simple carelessness on your part.  The old man--older, even, than he was--grew sloppier with eac...

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