The police undoubtedly had the entire town sealed and were tearing it apart building by building looking for the truck. After a half day of this kind of preparation I realized I was making excuses. And daydreams arent part of getting away from the police. The Corps was supposed to have finished off the remnants of Haskells Raiders after the peace, of putting the illegal T & Z Traders out of business, of finally catching Inskipp. The glare of the burning thermite threw jumping shadows around me as I walked down three flights to the one hundred twelfthfloor. There were two men in uniform standing in front of the door I wanted to go out of. That was better. But this surely looks like the thing they installed.