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“The canisters with the virus are in there,” Ken says, taking a step toward the door. “But it should be locked…” Beyond the door is an antechamber with thick, see-through walls covered with biohazard signs and other warnings. Behind that is a room with half a dozen large stainless-steel refrigerators. Vincent, Nina, and Harrison stand in the middle of them, like they were in the middle of a discussion before we walked in. Any doubts about Vincent being involved in the pandemic vanish at the sight of the three of them together. Especially when I see what they’re holding—the canisters full of the virus. Ken rushes forward toward. “What are you doing here?” Vincent turns toward us and raises his eyebrows. “This is my building. The better question is, what are you all doing here? Except I’
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