Petra shifted from foot to foot in the overcrowded parking lot of the ranger station, uncertain. She’d packed a backpack containing most of her gear, a hazmat suit with a minirespirator, a gas detector, a fistful of sample bottles, a steel flint, a first-aid kit, a couple of plastic tarps, a change of clothes, food and water for herself and Sig, and some miscellaneous odds and ends from Bear’s store. Her sleeping bag was tied to the bottom—this time of year, the days could be in the fifties, but the nights routinely dipped below freezing, and she would take no chances. She wore a knee-length vintage leather coat she’d picked up at the pawn shop in the summer and cargo pants stuffed with her cell phone, a solar charger, sunscreen, the Venificus Locus, and ammunition for the guns she wore concealed in her gun belt under her coat. Her battered canvas safari cap perched on top of her head, and she wore her old boots. They were broken in, and she knew they wouldn’t give her blisters.
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