CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Immediately following his meeting with Bixby, Reid was ushered from CIA headquarters in Langley and directly into a waiting black sedan with Watson and Dr. Barnard. A Virginia state trooper paved their way, its lights and sirens blaring to part traffic for the pair of agents and the virologist as they headed toward the airstrip and a waiting jet.
It was oddly silent in the car, despite the screeching wails of the siren ahead of them. Reid noted that Dr. Barnard, sitting in the front passenger seat, seemed pensive yet fidgety; he knew more about the situation than the other two, and Reid did not at all like the agitated condition that the doctor appeared to be under. Beside Reid in the rear of the car, Watson sat stoically, which Reid recognized as his seeming natural sta
