Sam's Reality: Cape Canaveral, Florida - Kennedy Space Center

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Leeroy wasn't too sure how the night guard at the Kennedy Space Center had acquired Sam's name. He assumed it was the Internet - everything's the Internet's fault these days - but he couldn't be too sure, as the guy looked to be about sixty and the type who wouldn't touch a computer to save his life.

"They're freakin' out the dogs," he said in a Southern accent. "And we ain't been able to photograph 'em, either." He pointed to the large behemoth of metal that could be seen a few miles in the distance. "They're always there."

It was, Leeroy recognized, launch pad 39-B. Jeimu had launched from there not even a year ago.

Why freaks were hanging out around launchpads, Leeroy wasn't certain. He turned to Sam and asked quietly, "What d'you make of all this, eh?"

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The guard looked sheepish. "I - oh never mind. Come on, and I will get you maximum clearance. Just uh, say you're from the CIA or something."

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"We're a special extermination squad." She reached over and took Leeroy's hand as she followed the guard, then cowkicked backward and silenced Rob's snickering.

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"That won't do," Leeroy said with a grin. "It makes us sound like we're only around to kill bugs. Not menacin' 'tall."