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“What do you mean, a body?” yelled Latent.
“Not a body, sir. A victim! They’ve got a live victim down there!”
Latent burst through the door of the command post and sprinted towards the habitrail enclosures.
“What’s happening?” he yelled deep into the decontamination chamber.
“It’s coming on the video monitors now. They’ve got a live one down there, sir. He’s barely alive, but he’s talking,” said an agent through his double-walled helmet. “Over there,” he said, pointing towards a bank of computer monitors.
Latent was glued to the video feed. “Give me that headset,” he said. The younger agent yanked them off his head like they were on fire. Down in the basement, Agent Fry and Keller were kneeling over a man stretched out on the ground. His breathing was shallow. He appeared to be of
