things out better than anyone else I know. That
includes us.”
As Ryan attempted to re-enter the farmhouse, he was
challenged at the door by two armed guards.
“I’m sorry, sir, but I can’t let you inside.”
“Are you FBI?” asked Ryan.
“No, sir, I’m not. But we’ve been given orders not to
let anyone enter other than the scientists.”
“Would it be too much trouble if you brought one of them
to me?”
“No, sir, no trouble at all.”
The guard turned quickly and disappeared into the house.
Ryan stared at the other guard who didn’t make eye contact. He carefully sized
up the sentry. His stance, weapons, and posture led Ryan to believe he was
military, or at least former military. Everything that happened since he fired
the first rounds into Arrington generated more questions. His patience was
wearing thinner with each passing minute. Being denied access to his crime
scene wasn’t helping. Scott Wilson, the man who seemed to be in charge,
reappeared with the guard.
“Again, I apologize, Agent Pearson,” said Scott.
“They’re under strict orders not to let anyone inside without my permission.”
“Could I bother you for a moment of your time?” asked
Ryan condescendingly.
“Absolutely,” replied Scott, walking with Ryan to the
side of the farmhouse.
“I have no idea what’s going on here, and I know you’re
not going to tell me. So I won’t insult you and ask. But I have a funny feeling
in a couple minutes you’re going to tell me in which direction I need to go in
order to find the other three Marines. And without question, I’ll go. How you
obtained the information doesn’t concern me. What does concern me is that I
know you have information which may help me keep my team alive when we do find
them. Help me do a better job than what I did for my guys being zipped up in
those body bags.”
Scott looked over at the slain agents and then turned
his gaze upward toward the night sky. Ryan couldn’t put his finger on it, but
he felt the scientist wanted to tell him more than he was allowed. He had a
feeling Scott was being ordered from above to produce the maximum amount of
damage control possible. Ryan understood his position because he was in the
same one.
“For the record, Ryan, the only chance you had here
tonight was to take him when he was in his most vulnerable state. You did
everything right. If you went a moment too soon, or too late, I’d be putting
all of you in body bags. I’m not exaggerating.”
“What happened to Arrington, Scott? He was a decorated
Marine with a spotless record. They all were. Now they’re heartless rapists and
killers? What the fuck happened to them?”
“I can’t tell you what happened because I really don’t
know. I just know what they are now. My job is to show up after you finish
yours and clean up the mess. You’re right about me telling you where to go
next, but I was made aware only a few hours ago. You’re not the only people
looking for them, but you are the only people with the legitimate authority to
stop them.”
“What’s with all the armed goons? You have more
firepower here than I do.”
“These soldiers are here to protect us.”
“So they are military,” deducted Ryan.
“Some of them are Marines assigned to the lab. Most of
the others are former military hired by our company as security.”
“What are they protecting you from?”
“I’ve already told you more than I’m allowed. I
shouldn’t be talking to you at all. Do you understand?”
“I do, Scott. Do you understand innocent people are
dying and will continue to die until we find the other three? Now, what are these
troops protecting you from?”
“That is what they’re protecting us from.”
“The other three? Are they close?”
“As you just found out, it would only take one of them
to wreak havoc. We believe they’re communicating with each other. We just don’t
know exactly how. This is going to sound weird, but –”
“After what I
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