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Silently, they passed the building and crossed the road three doors down from their target.
“Stick with me,” Tristan said in a quiet, commanding voice. “Just follow my lead.”
Kimber nodded, her heart thundering, blood pounding in her ears. The night seemed to open up before her as her senses heightened with the adrenaline spiking her system. The darkness wasn’t so complete, her night vision having adjusted. She heard the sounds of nearby cars, people talking a block or so away as well as the distant beat of music from a pub or club.
Glancing nervously around, she checked to make sure no one was nearby to notice them.
“Keep looking ahead of us,” Tristan cautioned her. “Lucas and I will both keep a discreet eye out. We need to appear normal. Acting oddly will only draw attention to us.”
The sudden warmth of Tristan’s hand encompassing her own took her by surprise. For an instant Kimber had to catch herself before she jumped or pulled away. Only a split second later she relaxed against Tristan, soaking up the strength he silently offered her. Hand in hand they turned down the small driveway-cum-alley beside the building as if it was the most natural place in the world for them to be walking in the dark of night.
Without hurrying they walked to the side door, noticing the small biohazard caution sign indicating low levels of pathogen waste could be found inside.
“Hold on a second,” Tristan said half under his breath as he released her hand. He dug two pairs of thin leather gloves out of the duffel. Without another word he handed her a pair and quickly pulled them on.
Following his lead, Kimber tugged the gloves onto her hands, adjusting the fingers so she could retain most of her dexterity.
A card scanner was at hand height next to the handle. Excitement mounting as Tristan nodded silently for her to proceed, Kimber swiped the card. The tiny LED swapped from red to green, a discreet beep indicating they’d bypassed the system.
Tristan opened the door and ducked his head inside. After a quick glance up and down he moved sideways, bracing himself to block the entrance open. He indicated with a tilt of his head for her to enter first. Kimber moved inside the doorway a few steps then paused to gather her bearings.
She had come into a long, dimly lit corridor. The outer door closed with a low thunk behind Tristan.
“We’re in,” he said.
Kimber frowned and turned to him, about to reply that of course they were inside, but she quickly understood he was speaking into his unit to let Lucas know what was going on.
Light came through from the far end of the corridor. Kimber walked towards it, confident in leading the way now they were effectively in her world.
“I would think the lab would be around the back here somewhere, probably with the nurses’ station where they draw blood or give vaccines.”
“Should we search the filing cabinets as well?” Tristan asked as he followed a half pace behind her. Kimber shook her head, frowning thoughtfully.
“If the nurses or other laboratory staff do their own testing they should have a cabinet or area near their desks to keep their reports in,” she answered. She slowly depressed the handle and cracked it open.
Half expecting an alarm to sound or for someone to shout at her, she paused with the door open just a few millimetres. When no sound broke through the air except for their own quick breaths, Kimber sighed in relief and opened it fully.
In a small antechamber were vaccination posters as well as general medical health and wellbeing posters colourfully displayed on the walls. A large calendar had small, handwritten notations in shorthand on many of the days. A small plaque half hidden under a pile of paperwork in the inbox on one corner of the large desk stated—‘Nurses are patient people’.
Kimber smiled at the pun.
An open entrance at the other end of the antechamber showed what Kimber assumed was the laboratory area. Moving into the
“Stick with me,” Tristan said in a quiet, commanding voice. “Just follow my lead.”
Kimber nodded, her heart thundering, blood pounding in her ears. The night seemed to open up before her as her senses heightened with the adrenaline spiking her system. The darkness wasn’t so complete, her night vision having adjusted. She heard the sounds of nearby cars, people talking a block or so away as well as the distant beat of music from a pub or club.
Glancing nervously around, she checked to make sure no one was nearby to notice them.
“Keep looking ahead of us,” Tristan cautioned her. “Lucas and I will both keep a discreet eye out. We need to appear normal. Acting oddly will only draw attention to us.”
The sudden warmth of Tristan’s hand encompassing her own took her by surprise. For an instant Kimber had to catch herself before she jumped or pulled away. Only a split second later she relaxed against Tristan, soaking up the strength he silently offered her. Hand in hand they turned down the small driveway-cum-alley beside the building as if it was the most natural place in the world for them to be walking in the dark of night.
Without hurrying they walked to the side door, noticing the small biohazard caution sign indicating low levels of pathogen waste could be found inside.
“Hold on a second,” Tristan said half under his breath as he released her hand. He dug two pairs of thin leather gloves out of the duffel. Without another word he handed her a pair and quickly pulled them on.
Following his lead, Kimber tugged the gloves onto her hands, adjusting the fingers so she could retain most of her dexterity.
A card scanner was at hand height next to the handle. Excitement mounting as Tristan nodded silently for her to proceed, Kimber swiped the card. The tiny LED swapped from red to green, a discreet beep indicating they’d bypassed the system.
Tristan opened the door and ducked his head inside. After a quick glance up and down he moved sideways, bracing himself to block the entrance open. He indicated with a tilt of his head for her to enter first. Kimber moved inside the doorway a few steps then paused to gather her bearings.
She had come into a long, dimly lit corridor. The outer door closed with a low thunk behind Tristan.
“We’re in,” he said.
Kimber frowned and turned to him, about to reply that of course they were inside, but she quickly understood he was speaking into his unit to let Lucas know what was going on.
Light came through from the far end of the corridor. Kimber walked towards it, confident in leading the way now they were effectively in her world.
“I would think the lab would be around the back here somewhere, probably with the nurses’ station where they draw blood or give vaccines.”
“Should we search the filing cabinets as well?” Tristan asked as he followed a half pace behind her. Kimber shook her head, frowning thoughtfully.
“If the nurses or other laboratory staff do their own testing they should have a cabinet or area near their desks to keep their reports in,” she answered. She slowly depressed the handle and cracked it open.
Half expecting an alarm to sound or for someone to shout at her, she paused with the door open just a few millimetres. When no sound broke through the air except for their own quick breaths, Kimber sighed in relief and opened it fully.
In a small antechamber were vaccination posters as well as general medical health and wellbeing posters colourfully displayed on the walls. A large calendar had small, handwritten notations in shorthand on many of the days. A small plaque half hidden under a pile of paperwork in the inbox on one corner of the large desk stated—‘Nurses are patient people’.
Kimber smiled at the pun.
An open entrance at the other end of the antechamber showed what Kimber assumed was the laboratory area. Moving into the
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