CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE
Reid’s first instinct was to raise the Glock and shoot, but he fought it down. Any sudden violent action could make the man bite down, and the smallpox would be released on the cruise ship, endangering not only anyone who was still on board, but also everyone Reid now counted amongst friends.
Instead, he slowly holstered his Glock and showed the terrorist his hands.
“I told you to move away,” Barnard said. He did not take his gaze off the man, or perhaps the vial in his teeth. The doctor stood rooted to the spot with his hands up, palms facing outward.
The biohazard box was open at the man’s socked feet. Inside was a tube rack holding four rows of six vials each, save for the fourth row, which held only five, since the sixth was firmly gripped in the man’s jaw.
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