The building was a wreck, with holes in the ceiling and rusting pieces of metal strewn here and there in the massive, empty area. It looked as if it hadn’t been used in many years. In the far corner stood a Range Rover with a dent in the front. There was something sad and lonely about the place. Sarah hated to think that Robert was being held somewhere within the building, but she kept her mind focused. “Sarah, you’re early,” the unmistakably deep voice of Major Bright echoed from the darkness at the back. “And at the wrong meeting place. But I forgive you.” She looked ahead and saw his hulking figure emerge out of the shadows. He was dressed in his HIDRA uniform still, but it was ragged in places, as if he’d been in a fight recently. “I sense you’ve brought what I requested,” he said, stopping beside one of the crumbling concrete pillars that held up the roof. Sarah raised the box of blood samples. “That’s good,” he said, producing an object from his pocket and tossing it on the ground between them – an empty syringe gun.
