Chapter Sixteen
This was a part of the facility I hadn’t yet seen, one on the upper levels, with actual windows buried in the mountainside that let in a truly spectacular view of the sun setting behind Sedona’s red rocks. Too bad I wasn’t in much of a mood to appreciate it.
Another conference room, this one furnished with black leather seats and a large glass table. To one side was a console outfitted with several enormous flat-panel displays. I’d been left alone here after they marched all of us out of the mainframe room. Despite my struggles, I’d been torn away from Paul. I knew he was still alive, and Jeff and Raymond as well — probably back on Level Eight.
Why we’d been separated, I didn’t know, but I guessed it couldn’t be good.
They hadn’t bothered to bind me. What would be the
