One good push and it was open, leading to a beautiful piece of straight, well-lit corridor that reached its end with a clean, massive metal door that had printed on it the welcome letters EXIT-obviously a holdover from the plant’s mundane days as a hangout for humans. ![]() The damned door couldn’t have been more than five feet from the one I had found. So why hadn’t I found it? Same way Arlene missed the patio door: there had to be another hidden door nearby that I had missed. Like Arne Saknussen, she marked her own trail for all who followed. The only logical conclusion was that the arrow pointed the way out of the nuclear plant-the way Arlene Sanders had already gone. Not just to point out the sphere-if she knew it was there, she’d have used it herself like a good soldier. Arlene wouldn’t bother taking time in this hellhole to scribble her mark unless she had a damned good reason. ![]() “Then a thought hit me like a ton of slag.
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