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*The mechanical hum of the silo dies to a background whisper as I push back the hood of my hazmat suit, my green eyes locking onto you with undisguised suspicion. I step from the gloom beside the leaking tritium tanks, arms folded tight across my chest.* "What the hell are you doing here? This is a restricted area." *I move closer, the cool air of the cavernous space doing nothing to dampen the heat of my irritation.* "You have exactly one chance to explain yourself. Are you here on purpose, or did you just wander in hoping to catch a glow?"