Re: ceremonious vivaria

drivers heads swung militarily toward the small house as if they were robots in a public gallery, and then the words shot out from an unseen speaker. Secure the gates, said the amplified voice, a voice in command. Release the dogs and resume your rounds. As if choreographed, the vehicles swung in unison, each in the opposite direction, the drivers gunning their engines as one, the strange-looking carts racing forward into the shadows. At the mention of dogs Bourne had automatically reached into his back pocket and removed the CO2 gun; he then crawled laterally, rapidly, through the underbrush to within feet of the extended fence. If the dogs were in a pack, he would have no choice but to scramble up the links and spring over the coiled barbed wire to the other side. His dual-chambered dart pistol

From:	Derry Dugan
Subject:	Re: ceremonious vivaria
Date:	Wed, 14 Dec 2005 21:04:54 -0500