Dr. Charles Lee, head of research, frowned. It was late and he was expecting the results of the Africa trial. Nobody should be calling at this late hour. He checked the number, set the phone in its dock and pressed the icon for hologram. The shaved bullet head of his chief of security at the Millon lab, Cal Baring, appeared in 3D. Baring was scowling ferociously, but then he usually did.“Yes, Baring?” Lee continued scrolling through research data. Though one’s instinct was to address a hologram because it was so lifelike, it wasn’t necessary. “What is it?”“It’s about Dr. Young, sir.”That caught Lee’s attention. He looked up from the screen, frowning. “What about her?”Dr. Catherine Young was crucial to the Warrior program. She was a brilliant researcher. If she were in Germany she’d be Frau Doktor Doktor—a double Ph.D. in biology and neuroscience, and an M.D.Though incredibly smart in terms of scientific research, she also seemed to be clueless in terms of the broader picture, focusing narrowly on the dementing patients they sent to her, not questioning how they got that way, which was perfect.Unlike Roger Bryson in the Cambridge lab.
