They proceeded to the main entrance of the hospital, where inside, it gave off a creeping, suffocating silence.
The room of the Korean virologist, according to their intel, was located at the upper floors of the main wing. Administrative offices had been converted into research spaces during the early days of the outbreak, and Dr. Han Seo-yeon had been working out of one of those secured sections.
"Fourth floor," Ryan said quietly, checking the tablet. "East wing."
Adrian nodded once.
"Stairs," he said. "We avoid elevators."
"Copy."
The interior was worse than the outside.
Lights flickered intermittently, some completely dead, leaving long stretches of corridor dim and unevenly lit. Papers were scattered across the floor. Medical equipment lay overturned. Stretchers abandoned mid-hall, some still carrying bodies that had long gone cold.
Or worse.
"Clear left," one operator whispered.
"Clear right."
They advanced step by step, covering angles, checking corners.
