CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR
Reid could do little but stare in shock. There was no way the terrorists hadn’t noticed the klaxon alarm blaring throughout the entire ship. They knew they’d been discovered. They released the virus.
And if the mutated smallpox had been released, everyone on board—himself included—was already dead.
While he stood rooted to the spot, Barnard sprang into action. He pushed through the crowd hurriedly and crouched beside the sick man. “Sir? Sir, look at me.” Barnard forced the man’s head slightly back. He felt his forehead, his throat, his lymph nodes. The doctor inspected each eye quickly and made the man open his mouth.
By the time he’d finished the cursory examination, Reid had shaken off the bombshell of the moment and joined him. “Barnard? Is it…?”
“No.” Dr. Barna
