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He
walked
down
the
steps
from
the
train
station
in
a
bit
of
a
hurry
knowing
the
secrets
in
the
briefcase
must
be
secured
as
quickly
as
possible.
Bounding
down
the
steps,
he
heard
something
behind
him
and
quickly
turned
in
a
panic.
There
was
nobody
there
but
a
pair
of
old
worn-out
shoes
were
placed
neatly
on
the
steps
he
had
just
come
down.
Had
he
past
them
without
seeing
them?
It
didn't
seem
possible.
He
was
about
to
turn
and
be
on
his
way
when
a
deep
chill
filled
his
body.
There
weren't
supposed
to
be
dragons
flying
in
the
sky.
First
and
foremost,
dragons
didn't
exist.
They
were
mythical
creatures
from
fantasy
books
like
unicorns.
This
was
something
that
Pete
knew
in
his
heart
to
be
true
so
he
was
having
a
difficult
time
acknowledging
that
there
were
actually
fire-breathing
dragons
flying
in
the
sky
above
him.
The
red
glint
of
paint
sparkled
under
the
sun.
He
had
dreamed
of
owning
this
car
since
he
was
ten,
and
that
dream
had
become
a
reality
less
than
a
year
ago.
It
was
his
baby
and
he
spent
hours
caring
for
it,
pampering
it,
and
fondling
over
it.
She
knew
this
all
too
well,
and
that's
exactly
why
she
had
taken
a
sludge
hammer
to
it.
Stranded.
Yes,
she
was
now
the
first
person
ever
to
land
on
Venus,
but
that
was
of
little
consequence.
Her
name
would
be
read
by
millions
in
school
as
the
first
to
land
here,
but
that
celebrity
would
never
actually
be
seen
by
her.
She
looked
at
the
control
panel
and
knew
there
was
nothing
that
would
ever
get
it
back
into
working
order.
She
was
the
first
and
it
was
not
clear
this
would
also
be
her
last.
The
light
blinded
him.
It
was
dark
and
he
thought
he
was
the
only
one
in
the
area,
but
the
light
shining
in
his
eyes
proved
him
wrong.
It
came
from
about
100
feet
away
and
was
shining
so
directly
into
his
eyes
he
couldn't
make
out
anything
about
the
person
holding
the
light.
There
was
only
one
thing
to
do
in
this
situation.
He
reached
into
his
pocket
and
pulled
out
a
flashlight
of
his
own
that
was
much
stronger
than
the
one
currently
blinding
him.
He
turned
it
on
and
pointed
it
into
the
stranger's
eyes.
You
can
decide
what
you
want
to
do
in
life,
but
I
suggest
doing
something
that
creates.
Something
that
leaves
a
tangible
thing
once
you're
done.
That
way
even
after
you're
gone,
you
will
still
live
on
in
the
things
you
created.