Air had never been harder to find. Reese keyed her mike and said, “On my signal, you will depart the transit chamber. You will find Elene. You will redirect her away from the danger and toward home. You will return. You have fifteen seconds. I will maintain the count. You ...
Deborah proclaimed by telephone the next morning. “That’s impossible,” Cliff replied. “No,” Deborah corrected. “That’s Pharmacon. The suits couldn’t care less about anything as ludicrous as our worries. That is the word Whitehurst used—ludicrous. He...