Heavy TrafficChapter 17
The only difference between the abandoned roadhouse called “The Outpost” and an oversized outhouse was the absence of a crescent moon cut-out on the door. Sean glanced at the CO monitor on the seat, and then at his watch. Nine hundred and fifty parts per million had been displayed for the past twenty minutes. The sound of the men in the building complaining of headaches had ceased, but he could still hear the occasional vomiting attack through his headset. The transmitter in the building...