He was halfway through the warehouse when floodlights came to life with a blinding boom. The shock halted him in his tracks momentarily.

       I’m target practice up here. He threw his legs over the railing and leapt down to the floor below. He took cover among the exhibit cases, crates, and metal storage units. He moved low, clutching the baton, head on a swivel.

v“Hey-o!” a voice yelled cheerily.
Something struck Chris in the back and the world went dark for a moment.

       “How did you get in here?” the voice asked. “You’re trespassing.”

       Chris crawled to his feet, breathless, the...

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