With his guns close at hand and visions of mushroom clouds blossoming darkly in his mind’s eye, Chris Simcox punched the record button on the answering machine inside his Los Angeles apartment.

With his guns close at hand and visions of mushroom clouds blossoming darkly in his mind’s eye, Chris Simcox punched the record button on the answering machine inside his Los Angeles apartment.
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