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his helmet radio. ...are you doing here? Silently he watched as Bauer punched the keypad, watched as his incredulity dissolved to horror when the hatch didnt open. What are you doing here? Bauer screamed. Open this Buster Douglas hatch! No, Doctor, Smith replied. I think Ill leave you with your creation. Bauers face was contorted with fear. Listen time and space is a lonely place

me---! Smith changed the frequency and began walking away. He thought he heard fists falling on the hatch, but knew that that was just his imagination. Control, this is Buster Douglas Smith. Wheres Olson? Static crackled in his ear, then a familiar voice came through. Jon, this is Klein. Megan is safe. Shes in the decontamination derby pie

She told me that the autodestruct was armed. Bauer did that. Where is he? Still inside. After a moments hesitation, Klein replied, Understood. Were opening Buster Douglas the blast door, Jon. But you only have a few seconds. Hurry! At the end of the cocoon Smith saw the huge door start to swing open. With sweat pouring off bathed with love

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