As soon as a cloud passed in front of the moon and blackened the sky, Ptaysanwee War Eagle lit out from behind the trees. Her dad's wire cutters in one hand and a pistol in the other, she dashed across the gravel perimeter road, tasting the dust she kicked up. She cut the fence, gaining entrance to the Black Hills Uranium Mining Complex.

The Geiger counter on her belt wasn't registering anything above background radiation level. The intelligence had . . .

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