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high-temperature lasers were unleashing a fury of lava-red beams toward the wall. The beams were evenly spaced so that they created a perfect rectangle of blazing, continuous energy against it. And lasers were only the beginning. Arrays of generators and other equipment of unknown purpose were pointed at the wall, also, contributing what was certain to be massive levels of invisible forces and energies.
    Inside the rectangle formed by the blazing lasers the wall shimmered in an ever-changing rainbow of colors. How could this wall—or anything for that matter— withstand this awesome onslaught of heat and energy?
    “Amazing,” whispered Regan. “What do you suppose—”
    Regan shrieked as two men popped through the shimmering, rectangular kaleidoscope of colors outlined by the beams, from behind it. Like ghosts walking through a wall.
    Their reaction to Regan’s scream was immediate. Rolling in opposite directions, they each came up on one knee. They were so expert in this maneuver that the guns they were now pointing at the two young intruders had appeared in their hands as if by magic.
    “Freeze!” shouted the man to their right. “Make one move and it’ll be your last!” he finished menacingly.
     

 
    Chapter 8
     
    The World’s Biggest Secret
     
    Paralyzed with fear, the Resnick siblings couldn’t have moved if they wanted to.
    “Dan! What are you doing?” barked the man on their left to the man who had threatened them. “They’re only kids. You’re going to scare them to death.”
    He turned toward the petrified kids. His features softened and he lowered his gun. “Ah . . . sorry,” he offered. “My name is Carl. My partner Dan here got a little carried away.” Like his partner, he was tall, trim and carried himself with confidence and athletic ease. Without question both of these men had been elite members of the military at one time. “You surprised the living daylights out of us just now and I guess our training took over,” finished Carl apologetically.
    Ryan’s temporarily frozen heart started beating again. “That’s okay,” he whispered hoarsely, barely finding his voice. “You surprised us, too.” He paused. “Anyway, we, um . . . we were just leaving, so we’ll, um . . . we’ll just be on our way.”
    Carl smiled and shook his head. “Good try,” he said, walking over to his partner and standing beside him. “I think you know you’re going to have to come with us. You have a lot of explaining to do. It should have been impossible for you to get down here,” he said in disbelief. “And you’re in some world-class trouble.” He gently pushed his partner’s arm down so his gun was no longer pointing at them. “But I can assure you that no one is going to shoot you.”
    “Let’s go,” ordered Dan gruffly, leading them away from the rectangle the laser beam perimeter had created—now clearly a doorway of some kind. Their eyes still told them that the shimmering, multicolored doorway formed a solid barrier. But it wasn’t solid at all. The men had come from the other side—and had walked through completely unharmed. And without question, on the other side of this doorway was the secret they had come to learn.
    Regan refused to let this chance slip away. Carl had said he wouldn’t shoot them. They were already in huge trouble. What did they have to lose? “H . . . h . . . hold on a second,” she croaked. “I don’t feel so hot.” She put one hand to her head and one to her stomach, wincing in pain. She bent at the waist, holding her hips. “That elevator ride and those . . . swirling colors . . . making me . . . dizzy . . . and queasy . . . and—”
    She stumbled two or three steps forward, toward the doorway, and fell to her knees. She put her head in her hands and made a series of loud, heaving, throaty sounds as if everything she had ever eaten in her entire life was now erupting from her mouth like lava from a volcano. Her retching sounds echoed throughout