Chapter 118

But Shanley’s in his element. He’s wearing

biohazard gear over his jumpsuit, which makes him look like he just

came onboard after a quick space walk, a thin atmosphere suit with

sealed gloves, boot protectors, the whole works—a large hood even

covers his head, and from what we can see through the Plexiglas

visor, he’s taken the added precaution of wearing a surgeon’s mask

over his nose and mouth. “Hey!” Dylan shouts, crossing the

corridor. He laughs as he bangs on the window, hitting the glass

hard enough that Shanley jumps back. “Is all that really

necessary?”

“I don’t think he can hear you,” I

tell him. When he raises his fist to knock on the glass again, I

catch his arm and pull him back. The last thing we need is Hercules

here tearing apart the quarantine lab.

Shanley points at his hood, then down the

corridor to a door I hadn’t noticed before. His actions are easy

enough to read—I’ll be right out.“Knock the window down,

Teague,” Parker growls.