“If yes, where are the others?” she asked.
“Doctor Waylon is in C Wing, the Security Chief only responds to
emergencies, and the caretakers only come in early morning and night.”
Kira relaxed her mental hold on him just the slightest measure, knowing
no one was about to barge in on them. “And who or what do those caretakers
look after?” she asked aloud.
“The subjects,” he replied.
That’s the ticket. “Take me to them,” Kira instructed.
A grimace flitted across Jared’s face, but he sped up his pace down the
corridor.
The featureless outer corridor continued for one hundred meters before it
took a bend. Ten meters beyond the turn, the hall opened into a square room
that bore closer aesthetic resemblance to the outer areas. An island of
computer stations was situated in the center of the room, and monitors lined
the side walls. Doors were centered on the left and back walls.
Kira’s heart dropped as her gaze passed over the monitors—those on the