Authorized Personnel Only, “Shall we?” Mustafa held the door for me. Although my heart was pounding in my ears, I entered past the threshold but waited for him to take the lead. I followed behind him down another hallway. I eased my breathing, trying to calm my erratic pulse. For all I knew, this place could be a gas chamber for their defected minions like me. Whatever he was running in this building, it carried the stench of death.
Once we reached the end of the hallway, we halted at a glass door. Mustafa turned to me and said, “We need to suit up again but we need to sanitize first. We don’t want to contaminate the lab.” He made his way over to one of the three, stainless steel, side-by-side, sinks. Soap and clean paper-towel dispensers were placed at each sink.
“First we have to wash
