CHAPTER 43
The debriefing was a sterile, tense formality. Ryle’s cold eyes followed her every movement, but the Commander, seeing the mission success confirmed, dismissed them quickly. The second the meeting ended, Lauren was gone instantly. She didn’t pause to gather her belongings or even glance at Ryle.
She found the surgical wing of the infirmary pretty easily. It was located deep within the complex, shielded by heavy security doors. The atmosphere, thick with silence, heavy dread surrounded critical procedures.
Lauren bypassed the main waiting room, which was filled with junior agents, who was with him during the mission, swapping rumors. She found a secluded bench against a bare wall near the surgical theater doors—an area usually reserved for primary mission officers.
She sat d
