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Trev didn't waste time searching the station for rain gear. It was unlikely that he would find anything useful. The weather had been dry for the past two weeks, and he knew that clear skies had been predicted for the next several days. Besides, even if he could find an umbrella or raincoat, he wouldn't have trusted them to do the job. |
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Whatever was wrong with the rain to make it black and apparently turn people into killers, he suspected that a single drop touching exposed skin or even seeping through clothes might be enough to contaminate him. |
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So he headed straight for the janitor's closet. There, he found a box of plastic garbage bags. He brought it out, and spotted Patterson's Stetson on a corner of the sergeant's desk. He tried it on. The cowboy hat fit loosely, but it would do. He took the hat and bags to his desk. |
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'What are you doing?' Francine asked. |
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'Gotta make a rain suit.' |
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'You can't be serious about going outside.' |
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He rushed past Francine and Lisa. In the top drawer of Lucy's desk, he found a pair of scissors and two rolls of strapping tape. He took them back to his own desk, then pulled out a garbage bag. He shook the bag open. Hopping, he thrust his right foot to the bottom. Then he rolled his chair back, sat down on it, and stretched out his covered leg. |
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