Page 146 of Storm Warning

“Any minute.”

Seth glanced at Violet. “Suggestions?”

“Let the process finish, then destroy the virus.”

A muscle in Andre’s jaw twitched. “We’ll be sitting ducks in here.”

Elias frowned. “We were fast. Still, one guard could have called in and reported trouble in the lab when the lights went out.”

“Nothing like getting caught in a fishbowl.” Brent glanced around the lab. “Sitting tight increases the odds of getting caught.”

“Good thing someone had the foresight to bring along an extra team.”

The boss chuckled.

“Violet, do you know how to destroy the virus?”

“I have a couple of ideas. Having a tour of the lab would help.”

An older scientist motioned for her to follow him. “I can give the tour. Come.”

Noah went with his wife, hand never far from his weapon.

“The rest of you, prepare to engage with Storm soldiers.”

Elias snorted.

Rayne stared. “What’s so funny? We might die in the next few minutes, Elias.”

Grant wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

“Engaging with Storm soldiers brings to mind various Star Wars battles with stormtroopers.” He waited a beat, then rolled his eyes and said, “Oh, come on. Did you drop off your sense of humor at the dry cleaners?”

Iona frowned for a few seconds, then laughed. “Stormtroopers. I got it.”

That made the members of Artemis laugh. Even though she was slow on the uptake most of the time, Iona had a sharp sense of humor.

Seth rolled his eyes. “Spread out. We need to protect the scientists. Find the best defensible place.

One woman approached Seth. “Excuse me.” She stared nervously at the weapon in his hand.

“Yes, ma’am?”

“The big fellow, Julio, called Mr. Garcia. Soldiers will swarm this place any minute. You should leave.”

Andre’s hand tightened around the grip of his Sig. Ten people upstairs to slow down an army. As good as they were, they wouldn’t last for long against overwhelming numbers. “Zane, can you see movement in the building?”

“Copy that. I was getting ready to report the change. People are also milling around the lab building.”

“Population estimate?” Brent asked.

“About fifty, sir.”

Five-to-one odds weren’t what he wanted to hear. They should have brought double the number of operatives. Good thing they’d brought plenty of ammunition. They might need every bit before the night ended. How many people woulddie tonight because of the plan set in motion by Garcia and Mendoza?

Seth glanced at Grant. “Rig the doors. Let’s slow them down while we wait.”

“Yes, sir.” He grabbed his pack.