The security men looked at the fence, then at each other. The protesters were gone, most of them so silent that they seemed like phantoms. Lightning lit the area and revealed railroad tracks now gleaming silver from frequent use. As if to underline the use of the tracks, a bright light beamed at them from across the highway toward the old track bed.

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The inner fence was no longer incomplete. High wire mesh gates swung open for the arriving train and spotlights in the guard towers swung to focus on the outer gates.

The senior security man ran for the director’s trailer while the rest of the men backed away from the fences and rails.