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being forced away from her thin lips as she finished the bypass.
“There ya go,” she stated.
The door slid open, offering little more than another empty, white hallway. Bear tried not to look impressed as the Corporal stepped away from the panel, pulling her short-nosed assault rifle from her shoulder. She brushed past him though there was ample room in the doorway for her to pass clearly. He pondered if he’d told her too much.
“I don’t like this,” she stated, bringing her sites to eye level.
His first instinct was the flirtation, but his brain quickly corrected his thought pattern, reminding him of the situation they were facing. Unlike the Corporal, Sargent Bearden was able to prevent his face from turning red.
“Yeah, they should be mowing us down right now,” he replied, pressing himself against the wall. “Not that I’m complaining. I rather enjoy breathing.”
They continued down the empty corridor, but their search was less detailed than it was previously. Somehow, they both knew they wouldn’t find anything until they reached the end of the line, the place where the lab met the storage and shipping junctions.
“I’ve been texting Central,” she mentioned casually. “They’re sending ten to reinforce us. I’ll tell them to head directly to the final lab. Should be here in about five minutes.”
“Let’s hold up here then,” he ordered, pulling one of the lab doors open.
The two slid into the empty lab. It wasn’t empty in the sense that no one was working in the lab. It was empty in the sense that it was EMPTY, completely void of any equipment or tables. The Tower was bigger than necessary, something Ilda had reminded him of on numerous occasions. Every time he tried to assign direct security to the Tower, she always brushed him off and stated that there wasn’t enough going on inside to warrant more men in drab. It wasn’t the first time his military uniform had been referred to as dull or drab, but he didn’t care for the comment coming from someone in a plain white lab coat. That kettle couldn’t get any blacker.
“What are you expecting in there?” she asked, trying not to look down the hallway.
Bear didn’t hear her question, his mind locked into the rows of empty racks that occupied to back half of the empty lab. Each rack had a cell, roughly four feet tall and almost as wide as he was. He crouched down, taking a closer look at one of the empty slots in the metal rack. The gray paint had been flaked off, a black mark taking its place.
“What’s wrong Sarge?” she asked, taking an interest in the empty racks he was examining.
“Not sure,” he replied, looking up at her. “You have any idea what they were working on in here?”
She shook her head.
“Yeah, me too,” he continued, looking back to the rack. “I learned a long time ago not to ask about the assets I protected. The less you know, the less responsible you are. This scuff mark is recent, though like someone had to push their boot against the rack to pick up whatever was on it. There aren’t any other dents in the rack, so whatever was in here must have been properly handled before today.”
“So what’s four feet wide and four feet tall?” she asked, kneeling over the rack next to him. “I doubt they’d have this secret facility protected by the military for medical research. Didn’t Doctor Green ever hint what was in here?”
Bear thought back to all his conversations with Ilda Green. He could recall conversations between her and the Major, but he was never able to hear what all was being said. He wasn’t one to eavesdrop, but sometimes you can’t help but hear things.
“It doesn’t matter,” he snapped, standing up straight. “We need to get moving.”
“But they’ll be here in like, two minutes,” she replied, chasing after him.
Bear stopped at the end of the hall, the door to the shipping facility directly before him. He motioned for her to get the panel, not wanting to see if
“There ya go,” she stated.
The door slid open, offering little more than another empty, white hallway. Bear tried not to look impressed as the Corporal stepped away from the panel, pulling her short-nosed assault rifle from her shoulder. She brushed past him though there was ample room in the doorway for her to pass clearly. He pondered if he’d told her too much.
“I don’t like this,” she stated, bringing her sites to eye level.
His first instinct was the flirtation, but his brain quickly corrected his thought pattern, reminding him of the situation they were facing. Unlike the Corporal, Sargent Bearden was able to prevent his face from turning red.
“Yeah, they should be mowing us down right now,” he replied, pressing himself against the wall. “Not that I’m complaining. I rather enjoy breathing.”
They continued down the empty corridor, but their search was less detailed than it was previously. Somehow, they both knew they wouldn’t find anything until they reached the end of the line, the place where the lab met the storage and shipping junctions.
“I’ve been texting Central,” she mentioned casually. “They’re sending ten to reinforce us. I’ll tell them to head directly to the final lab. Should be here in about five minutes.”
“Let’s hold up here then,” he ordered, pulling one of the lab doors open.
The two slid into the empty lab. It wasn’t empty in the sense that no one was working in the lab. It was empty in the sense that it was EMPTY, completely void of any equipment or tables. The Tower was bigger than necessary, something Ilda had reminded him of on numerous occasions. Every time he tried to assign direct security to the Tower, she always brushed him off and stated that there wasn’t enough going on inside to warrant more men in drab. It wasn’t the first time his military uniform had been referred to as dull or drab, but he didn’t care for the comment coming from someone in a plain white lab coat. That kettle couldn’t get any blacker.
“What are you expecting in there?” she asked, trying not to look down the hallway.
Bear didn’t hear her question, his mind locked into the rows of empty racks that occupied to back half of the empty lab. Each rack had a cell, roughly four feet tall and almost as wide as he was. He crouched down, taking a closer look at one of the empty slots in the metal rack. The gray paint had been flaked off, a black mark taking its place.
“What’s wrong Sarge?” she asked, taking an interest in the empty racks he was examining.
“Not sure,” he replied, looking up at her. “You have any idea what they were working on in here?”
She shook her head.
“Yeah, me too,” he continued, looking back to the rack. “I learned a long time ago not to ask about the assets I protected. The less you know, the less responsible you are. This scuff mark is recent, though like someone had to push their boot against the rack to pick up whatever was on it. There aren’t any other dents in the rack, so whatever was in here must have been properly handled before today.”
“So what’s four feet wide and four feet tall?” she asked, kneeling over the rack next to him. “I doubt they’d have this secret facility protected by the military for medical research. Didn’t Doctor Green ever hint what was in here?”
Bear thought back to all his conversations with Ilda Green. He could recall conversations between her and the Major, but he was never able to hear what all was being said. He wasn’t one to eavesdrop, but sometimes you can’t help but hear things.
“It doesn’t matter,” he snapped, standing up straight. “We need to get moving.”
“But they’ll be here in like, two minutes,” she replied, chasing after him.
Bear stopped at the end of the hall, the door to the shipping facility directly before him. He motioned for her to get the panel, not wanting to see if
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