He ignored the part about nothing. Sangamon didn't want to believe it himself. There were detergents and toilet paper and computers with fancy flat displays. Orange juice and chocolate and probably coffee for the staff somewhere. Bananas. All sorts of industrial food and electronics and plastic-wrapped crap lining the shelves, which had to be trucked in from somewhere. Doyleton certainly didn't have citrus groves. It might have a paper mill and a power plant, but that was about as far up the technology ladder as it went.

That aside, the guy had a point. "I didn't say I was going to stop you." He shrugged. "I'm just not getting caught with my finger on the trigger. Besides, I'm not sure I could do it." He liked saving lives. It was no less a power trip sometimes, just a different one.