The facility looked like every front business the organization had used.
Clean exterior in a clean office block, appropriate foot traffic at the right hour, nothing that would flag to a passing observer. The ground-floor administrative level had human staff in it — legitimate research employees who were doing legitimate administrative work around a sub-basement that did not appear on the building's official permits.
I had read this in the intelligence and I knew it intellectually.
Standing outside, watching the morning foot traffic, it was still what I found most difficult to process: that the exterior matched nothing about what was inside it. The clean glass and the ordinary people and the elevator lobby with the building directory listing a pharmaceutical research company.
The freigh
