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“I’m ready to try it,” Patrick Worley said.

“I figured, Lieutenant,” Drew said dryly. “You’re always first to volunteer when we come up with a new formulation. But this time I’ll play guinea pig.”

“You just like the alcohol in that elixir of yours.”

“Of ours, now,” Drew countered. “All of us.” It was Sunday morning, nearly eleven hundred hours, and they were in the clean room. It was part of the lab tucked below the building in a corner of the base that housed kennels for the K-9s used as decoys for what really went on at Ft. Lukman.

Drew considered the location ironic. Dogs weren’t exactly known for their sanitary habits, but these pups helped to obfuscate the most sanitary conditions imaginable from the few military personnel and civilians employed on the base who didn’t know its real purpose.