Ethan looked him over, then nodded to Augustin. "Lock him in the secure suite. Room 905. I want guards on the door and surveillance on every inch of that hallway. If he sneezes, I want to know it."
Augustin walked up behind Wryn. "Move."
Wryn obeyed with trembling legs.
Adrian approached Ethan as they watched them disappear into the elevator.
"That symbol... it confirms it," he whispered. "Doctor Naehr is making a move. But this is too clumsy for him. He's precise. Surgical. Someone else is pushing Wryn around."
"Which means we're still two steps behind," Ethan said darkly.
Adrian glanced around at the scattered chaos in the hallway. "We need to decode that drive. And figure out who this 'Benefactor' is."
Leclair had faced death squads. Board meetings with psychotic shareholders. Even Ethan's terrifying temper at 7:00 AM without coffee.
