Disintegration

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The four Philadelphia Tactical Team officers wore black body armor and Nomex balaclavas. The element leader stood apart from the others by virtue of her icy blue eyes.

"Alpha team, this is Bravo, we’re in DeVos Hall and moving to the theater. No sign tango."

First static, then a reply via her tactical headset: "Roger that, Bravo. We’re in the lobby. Heard something a minute ago. Nina, watch your back."

She moved her team around the bloody remains of the Animal Control Officer and into the Kimmel Theater: a funnel-like multi-media presentation area with stadium seating. Dormant movie screens mounted high on the outer walls behind and above the seats circled the room; a solitary spotlight illuminated the central area at the bottom of the theater, providing the only light inside the seemingly empty chamber.

"Night."

Each of the officers slipped on bulky night vision goggles. As they did, Nina could have sworn she heard a noise.

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