“I never guessed water could kill.”
“Hurry, add the microchip. Rusty, I hear voices and keys jingling in the hall. It’s after midnight. Are you sure you broke the surveillance camera?”
“Yes, let’s ride.”
Two men, disguised in white lab coats and masks, dashed to the exit of the microchip center. An alarm squealed when the door closed at the single-story glass building. They tossed damp lab coats and surgical masks onto the front seat as the men jumped into a dark-colored vehicle. The rumble of the pickup roared into the blackness. The F-150 darted through the narrow road into the hot, muggy night without detection.
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