CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT
The man’s name was Adam.
They called him that because he was the first man hired for this job.
He stood on a catwalk two stories above the floor of the small warehouse, and watched the action below. It was a dusty old warehouse, and looked like it hadn’t been used in years. It was full of hospital gurneys, organized in neat rows. There were ninety-six gurneys in total. All but a dozen had someone lying on them.
The people on the gurneys, the vast majority of them young Arab men, were volunteers for the cause. Each one was connected to an IV drip, with a clear fluid inside the plastic bag.
Bustling around the volunteers were six people, four men and two women. In sharp contrast to the volunteers, who wore normal street clothes, the six people in question wore white
