but friendly demeanor, and with great caution, she moved the wheeled cart from the guarded loading dock to the storage facility on the ground floor of the main building, which also housed the extensive secured laboratory. Two military guards accompanied her to the lab and then returned to their post at the delivery site. Armed guards were posted at the entrance doors to the lab as well.
Under the suit, around her waist, was hidden a small Velcro sealed pouch with a duplicate container. The “phonied” vial was ready for exchange with the “hot” vial. All she needed was one vial of the deadly Viral Agent X. All the vials had been safely sealed for transport. As planned, her clandestine work would begin soon. She only needed to work on the delivery system and felt confident that she could manage that easily. Her lab at home was small but well equipped, and she could handle the process.
She followed normal procedure, unlocking the cooled containment room, and she quickly placed the vials in their prepared and marked chemical biohazard storage unit. No one had seen her slip one vial of Agent X under her suit and replace it with the phony. She was aware of the hidden cameras and knew the angle necessary to camouflage the exchange.
“Done,” she exclaimed to herself, with a self-satisfied exhalation.
Agent X had been transported, chilled in the -78.5 degrees C with dry ice. Her plan for getting the vial out of Edgewood involved secreting it in an ordinary thermos until she could get it into cold storage in the small laboratory in the locked closet of her condominium basement.
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18
S uzy had invited Max for dinner that Friday night in March, and it was understood that they would spend the weekend together. That is how it had been since they had started dating several months ago. She delighted in preparing meals for him, such as the one she was serving tonight. The candlelight dinner would include his favorites: filet mignon with Béarnaise sauce, au gratin potatoes, grilled asparagus tips, and a fresh garden salad with homemade blue cheese dressing. There were soft rolls with butter, and for dessert, assorted pastries and miniature cheesecakes with fresh strawberries. He was bringing a Chilean merlot, and of course, their favorite aperitif, Grand Marnier.
She timed the meal perfectly and had most everything ready except for the steaks and asparagus. Those would be grilled at the last minute. The potatoes were warming in the oven, the salad was in the refrigerator, and her table was set beautifully, with a lovely mixed floral bouquet and sparkling crystal candleholders with white tapers that matched the damask tablecloth and napkins.
After a warm shower, Suzy dressed in her sexiest black lace thong panties and black strapless demi-cup bra, black capris, and a white off the shoulder cashmere sweater with three-quarter length sleeves. Diamond drop earrings were her only jewelry and they shimmered against her long black hair. Black spiked heels completed her ensemble. She loved dressing for him. After adding red lipstick and heavy eyeliner and mascara to accentuate her exotic almond eyes, she touched perfume to her wrists and cleavage. Now she just had to double check on dinner and wait for him. She was breathless and couldn’t believe this wonderful man was in her life.
Suzy was impatient to see Max. She wanted to feel his touch and his mouth on hers. He was all she could think about every moment of each day. He should arrive soon but Suzy knew traffic was heavy on Fridays with commuters leaving Washington. The drive would probably take at least an hour and a half.
Suzy’s cell phone rang and she saw it was Max.
“Hey, baby. Where are you?” she asked. She was so happy to hear his voice.
“I’m just punching in the security code at the entrance. I’ll be there in a few minutes,” he said.
“Hurry,” she said, and hung up.
As she opened the door, he couldn’t restrain from embracing her, his arms so tight
Under the suit, around her waist, was hidden a small Velcro sealed pouch with a duplicate container. The “phonied” vial was ready for exchange with the “hot” vial. All she needed was one vial of the deadly Viral Agent X. All the vials had been safely sealed for transport. As planned, her clandestine work would begin soon. She only needed to work on the delivery system and felt confident that she could manage that easily. Her lab at home was small but well equipped, and she could handle the process.
She followed normal procedure, unlocking the cooled containment room, and she quickly placed the vials in their prepared and marked chemical biohazard storage unit. No one had seen her slip one vial of Agent X under her suit and replace it with the phony. She was aware of the hidden cameras and knew the angle necessary to camouflage the exchange.
“Done,” she exclaimed to herself, with a self-satisfied exhalation.
Agent X had been transported, chilled in the -78.5 degrees C with dry ice. Her plan for getting the vial out of Edgewood involved secreting it in an ordinary thermos until she could get it into cold storage in the small laboratory in the locked closet of her condominium basement.
.
18
S uzy had invited Max for dinner that Friday night in March, and it was understood that they would spend the weekend together. That is how it had been since they had started dating several months ago. She delighted in preparing meals for him, such as the one she was serving tonight. The candlelight dinner would include his favorites: filet mignon with Béarnaise sauce, au gratin potatoes, grilled asparagus tips, and a fresh garden salad with homemade blue cheese dressing. There were soft rolls with butter, and for dessert, assorted pastries and miniature cheesecakes with fresh strawberries. He was bringing a Chilean merlot, and of course, their favorite aperitif, Grand Marnier.
She timed the meal perfectly and had most everything ready except for the steaks and asparagus. Those would be grilled at the last minute. The potatoes were warming in the oven, the salad was in the refrigerator, and her table was set beautifully, with a lovely mixed floral bouquet and sparkling crystal candleholders with white tapers that matched the damask tablecloth and napkins.
After a warm shower, Suzy dressed in her sexiest black lace thong panties and black strapless demi-cup bra, black capris, and a white off the shoulder cashmere sweater with three-quarter length sleeves. Diamond drop earrings were her only jewelry and they shimmered against her long black hair. Black spiked heels completed her ensemble. She loved dressing for him. After adding red lipstick and heavy eyeliner and mascara to accentuate her exotic almond eyes, she touched perfume to her wrists and cleavage. Now she just had to double check on dinner and wait for him. She was breathless and couldn’t believe this wonderful man was in her life.
Suzy was impatient to see Max. She wanted to feel his touch and his mouth on hers. He was all she could think about every moment of each day. He should arrive soon but Suzy knew traffic was heavy on Fridays with commuters leaving Washington. The drive would probably take at least an hour and a half.
Suzy’s cell phone rang and she saw it was Max.
“Hey, baby. Where are you?” she asked. She was so happy to hear his voice.
“I’m just punching in the security code at the entrance. I’ll be there in a few minutes,” he said.
“Hurry,” she said, and hung up.
As she opened the door, he couldn’t restrain from embracing her, his arms so tight
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