Chapter 5 - The Secret Government Files Hidden Inside Clara’s Jacket
Clara quickly scrambled off the examination table, her bare feet hitting the cold concrete floor with a soft slap.
She rushed over to the stainless-steel biohazard bin where her bloodstained winter coat had been tossed by paramedics.
“What are you looking for, Clara? The federal marshals are already securing the perimeter exits,” Vance warned her.
Clara plunged her hand deep into the torn inner lining of the heavy wool coat, ripping open a hidden Velcro pocket.
She pulled out a small, waterproof silver micro-drive and held it up triumphantly in the fluorescent light.
“This little device contains sixty gigabytes of wire transfers linking the Director directly to the syndicate,” Clara said.
Vance stared at the silver drive, a flicker of genuine hesitation crossing his otherwise stoic and hardened features.
“You realize that if you leave this room with that drive, every hit squad in the country will hunt you down,” Vance noted.
“They were already hunting me down when they injected me with paralytic toxins in the back of a black van,” Clara snapped.
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Dr. Miller swallowed hard, pressing his back against the medical cabinets as the hallway doorknob began to turn.
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