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was rusted through and ready to fall apart. There was the cover on the ground, just like on that map of theirs.
    I didn’t like the looks of that cover. Its shadow wasn’t right. The sun was at our backs, yet its shadow was stretching toward us. Well, all right, it was far enough away from us. It seemed OK, we could get on with our work. But what was the silvery thing shining back there? Was it just my imagination? It would be nice to have a smoke now and sit for a spell and mull it all over – why there was that shine over the canisters, why it didn’t shine next to them, why the cover was casting that shadow. Buzzard Burbridge told me something about the shadows, that they were weird but harmless. Something happens here with the shadows. But what was that silvery shine? It looked just like cobwebs on the trees in a forest. What kind of spider could have spun it? I had never seen any bugs in the Zone. The worst part was that my empty was right there, two steps from the canisters. I should have stolen it that time. Then we wouldn’t be having any of these problems now. But it was too heavy. After all, the bitch was full, I could pick it up all right, but as for dragging it on my back, in the dark, on all fours ... If you haven’t carried an empty around, try it: it’s like hauling twenty pounds of water without a pail. It was time to go. I wished I had a drink. I turned to Tender.
    “Kirill and I are going into the garage now. You stay here. Don’t touch the controls without my orders, no matter what, even if the earth catches fire under you. If you chicken out, I’ll find you in the hereafter.”
    He nodded at me seriously, as if to say, I won’t chicken out. His nose looked like a plum, I had really given him a solid punch. I lowered the emergency pulley ropes carefully, checked out the silvery glow one more time, waved Kirill on, and started down. On the asphalt, I waited for him to come down the other rope.
    “Don’t rush,” I said. “No hurry. Less dust.”
    We stood on the asphalt, the boot swaying next to us, and the ropes wriggling under our feet. Tender stuck his head over the rail and looked at us. His eyes were full of despair. It was time to go.
    “Follow me step for step, two steps behind me, keep your eyes on my back, and stay alert.”
    I went on. I stopped in the doorway to look around. It’s a hell of a lot easier working in the daylight than at night! I remember lying in that same doorway. It was pitch black and the witches’ jelly was shooting tongues of flame up from the pit, pale blue, like burning alcohol. It didn’t make things any lighter. In fact, the bastards made it seem even darker. And now, it was a snap! My eyes had gotten used to the murky light, and I could even see the dust in the darkest corners. And there really was something silvery over there – there were silvery threads stretching to the ceiling from the canisters. They sure looked like a spider’s web. Maybe that’s all it was, too, but I was going to keep away from it. That’s where I made my mistake. I should have stood Kirill right next to me, waited for his eyes to grow accustomed to the light, too, and then pointed out the web to him. Point it out to him. But I was used to working alone. I saw what I had to see, and I forgot all about Kirill.
    I stepped inside and went straight for the canisters. I crouched over the empty. There didn’t seem to be any web on the empty. I picked up one end and said to Kirill:
    “Here, grab one, and don’t drop it – it’s heavy.”
    I looked up and felt a catch in my throat. I couldn’t utter a sound. I wanted to shout “Stop! Freeze!” but I couldn’t. And I probably wouldn’t have had time, anyway, it all happened so fast. Kirill stepped over the empty, turned his back to the canisters, and got his whole back into the silver web. I shut my eyes. I went numb and the only thing I heard was the web tearing. It was a weak crackly noise. I was crouched there with my