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The gun is raised, and past the gun way up the beach a fifty yard piece yet to the main rocks, stands Animal still almost unable to notice real- ity. He has just missed the flash of fire, but barely; then suddenly does see the weapon raised in the mans hand. Others figures are moving about, one man is crossing up the beach in an angle that in moments will put him between Animal and the Pacific Coast Highway. He sees another start off in the same dir- ection; and then the rest of the group begins to move directly toward him along the flat, moon bubble led sand. Slowly Animal turns and begins to jog in a foxie style toward the black rocks. No faces or Forms are seen but he feels an overwhelming pres- ence coming from the stubby but bold rocks giving to the night, the loudest energy sound other than the single-Force that had just stopped and turned him. The only thought in his head is the want to know. He moves along. His step picks up a tightness and his ankles shoot through his body an exact place- ment. Glancing over his shoulder he sees there is becoming a jog that is also ever. All are into one