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that’s going to happen right now, and that’s me getting home to my family, got it?” Beverly shouted.
    She went to push passed Reggie, but he held her tight.
    Mack sighed.  “Well, I guess we could look you two over, make sure you weren’t bit anywhere,” he said.
    Beverly looked confused. Gary stood up, panicked.
    “What do you mean, like strip?!” he said.
    “It would be the only way we could be sure, besides waiting to see if you turned,” Mack said.
    “Oh no!  It will be a cold day in hell—” Beverly started.
    She was cut off as Mack nodded. Reggie tightened his grip and began to push Beverly back towards the supply closet across the room. 
    “We didn’t figure you’d go for it,” Mack said, approaching Gary.
    “What are you gonna do?!” Gary cried.
    Mack grabbed Gary’s arm, his meaty hand completely encircling Gary’s bicep.  Mack manhandled Gary over to the men’s bathroom as Gary vainly struggled.  Reggie received the worst of it, as Beverly began to struggle.  She slapped and scratched at Reggie’s face as he pushed her toward the locked supply closet.  When he got to the closet door, he put his weight against her, wedging her against the wall, then called over to Mack.
    “You got the keys, Mack?” Reggie asked. 
    Mack unhooked the keys from his belt loop and tossed them to Reggie.  Reggie fumbled to find the right key to the padlock that hung from a hasp securing the door, as Beverly struggled. 
    “When you get it open, throw me a mop handle,” Mack called. 
    Reggie nodded and tried to unlock the padlock.  It clicked open just as Beverly kneed Reggie in the groin, doubling him over.  Seeing her chance, Beverly made a dash for it, but with his right hand on his aching package, Reggie reached out with his left and grabbed Beverly’s left arm.  She pulled against Reggie’s grip, but couldn’t get away.  In pain and out of breath, Reggie shoved Beverly into the supply closet.  She fell on her butt onto a case of toilet paper.  Mad as hell, she struggled to her feet as Reggie looked on apologetically.  Beverly charged him and his apology turned to panic.  Grabbing a mop at the last minute, Reggie slammed the door in Beverly’s face, threw the hasp closed, and secured it with the Padlock.
    Reggie turned and tossed the mop to Mack, then grabbed himself with both hands and slid to the floor, whimpering.  Behind him, Beverly assaulted the door from inside.  Gary twisted and struggled like a tiny fish on a big hook as Mack shoved him into the men’s room.  Mack pulled the door closed and jammed the mop through the door handle, locking Gary in.    Mack watched as Gary struggled with the door from inside the bathroom.  The door rattled but did not pull open against the mop handle.  Satisfied that all was secure, Mack went over to Reggie, who still sat on the floor holding his nuts. 
    “You gonna make it, Reggie?” Mack asked.
    Reggie tried to catch his breath.   
    “Geez, I had an easier time with Gary,” Mack said.
    Reggie opened his eyes and looked up at Mack.
    “Screw you, man,” he said.
    Reggie held out his hand.  Mack took it and hauled Reggie to his feet.
    “Come on, let’s get our wrenches,” Mack said. 
    Reggie held his stomach and shuffled along behind.
     
    Five minutes later, Reggie and Mack each held an over-sized crescent wrench and glanced around the expansive yard that formed the perimeter of the main set of buildings.  The night was quiet except for the sizzle of the incoming and outgoing distribution lines.  The yard was dotted with towers and gantries, transformers, circuit breakers and control cables.  Huge overhead lamps illuminated swaths of ground, bathing the yard in a ghostly light.  In between the ovals of light, dark shadows alternated, giving the plant a surreal feel.  Reggie and Mack’s feet made crunching sounds as they shuffled over the loose gravel covering the yard.
    “So, when do you think Homeland will show