He made it back to his quarters without encountering anyone. His heart was racing, but his hands were steady.
One down.
He had two more days to place the rest before his cover was likely to blow.
Two more days to position enough explosives to burn The Covenant to ash.
Dimitri lay in the narrow bed and stared at the ceiling, knowing he wouldn't sleep.
Tomorrow, the real work would begin.
Tomorrow, he would start documenting the viral progression in detail, which meant he would start understanding exactly how many people were going to die in the next forty-eight hours.
And he would have to watch them die without being able to stop it.
Because The Covenant had to look like it was operating normally until the moment it exploded.
***
Monday morning came gray and cold.
