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- I armored up. I activated the battle mode of the J'Nai cloth dad had given me. My weapon of choice a customized pair of gauss pistols. I had plenty of rounds of ammunition. Stage two of the inoculation was in full gear by the time we reached the basement to the sheriff's office and the fog was being pumped into the power plant and sewer system beneath the city. Crack teams of battle-hardened veterans handpicked by Nick entered key storm drains and worked their way inward.
- "What kind of numbers are we looking at?" I asked and Dad was already working it out with help from Cronos.
- "Anywhere from one to five thousand," He stated. "Who has an accurate count for the homeless and undesirable? Winslow has fair weather most of the year and we should be thankful they didn't pick someplace like L.A. or New York. Perhaps this was a test run? Maybe if this worked, they would have chosen a larger population center?"