Carson had gone. He picked up his pack and flung open the door. Dr. Carson was standing just outside the door, sipping on an Evian. “Seems like our guards aren’t anywhere to be seen. Seems lucky if you ask me.” The lights flickered and dimmed to half-light, hovering somewhere between tipsy and drunk. A few seconds later, they went out. The emergency exit lights engaged, casting their scant but useful light near the exits. “Nothing’s ever this easy,” Phoenix said, as he scanned the room for a weapon. He shouldered his pack, grabbed an IV stand, and took it apart. Shouting came from the long hall to the right. Hiding in the darkness wouldn’t be too hard but, more likely than not, Black Ops were on their way; and they’d be here soon to secure their two packages. Just as Phoenix started leading Dr. Carson through the double doors on the left, the doors crashed open. Phoenix pulled Dr.
