Spencer had provided diagrams of the sprawling building, along with intel suggesting that deadly biological weapons would be found in the eastern quadrant. She’d written off the almost feverish excitement in his eyes to youthful exuberance.
Later, she’d wished for a time machine, so she could go back and drive a wooden stake through his traitorous heart in front of God, Assistant Director James, and their entire team.
The mission had started well. Alexis and she had taken their positions in the rear while Mac and Spencer had entered by the front door, and split off to canvass the huge, dimly-lit interior. Four other two-man teams had followed them, and taken defensive positions behind the scattered vertical support beams.
Except for a few scattered empty boxes littering the dirty floor,
