The facility staff had chosen their test subjects perfectly. People no one would look for. People whose deaths would go unnoticed.
One of the six was a woman who looked to be in her fifties. She had gray hair and eyes that were still sharp despite her obvious circumstances. She was looking around the basement with increasing alarm.
"What is this?" she asked. "What's happening? I was told I'd get a medical exam and a meal...."
"Please remain calm," a technician said, gesturing her toward one of the injection stations. "You'll be fine. We're conducting a medical study, and you've been selected to participate."
A medical study.
As if that was all this was.
The woman tried to back away. "I don't want to participate. I want to leave."
A security guard, the same Torres who'd checked Dimitri in at the gate....stepped forward and took her arm gently but firmly.
