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completely naked. His head was almost literally buried in the woman’s chest and she had her arms around his torso.
    “Very close examination,” Dave remarked drily.
    Wes laughed and pulled Dave away.
    “Let’s find someone else. They’re quite happy the way they left this world.”
    Wes suddenly wondered how they could be laughing at that. It was something awful they had just seen, yet it was incredibly funny. Somehow it was funny. He felt awful for laughing at that scene, but he could not help himself. It was funny somehow and despite everything, he was able to laugh in the face of the misery of it. He looked over at Dave and saw him grinning still.
    At the end of the hall was the surgery, and for the first time they saw people. A nurse and both the trauma doctor and the surgeon were treating someone in there. The man’s chest was opened up and they worked furiously on him. Another man lay on a table in the corner of the room and, in the washroom, a woman with a broken leg was passed out on a bed, waiting to be helped. They could not interrupt them.
    They could not find anyone else, so they left and made their way back to the lobby. There, Dave saw a nurse run from one of the offices. He ran off after her. Wes waited for him in the lobby, looking around. The damage here was minimal, but there were signs of damage everywhere else. He looked out through the glass doors and saw someone run past. The man looked to be Middle Eastern and in a flash, he saw the pistol tucked into his belt. Almost instinctively, he ran after him.
     
     
    Chapter Eleven
     
    Akhmed had sunk to the ground after the call with Helen ended. He felt desperate and elated at the same time. The emotional cocktail was too much for him, so he sank to the ground, slumped against the wall and allowed his tears to flow.
    It took a long time for Akhmed to recover from the news he had heard. Reg brought him a glass of water and sat with him for a moment. When Akhmed finally looked up and calmed himself, Reg smiled at him. “What are you going to do now?”
    Akhmed drank a sip of water and shrugged then.
    “I can’t just let them kill me.” He sighed and pulled the gun from his belt. “I guess I have to escape from this place.”
    “Why not shoot the people who are trying to frame you?”
    Akhmed shook his head.
    “If they are FBI, I’ll be hunted down forever. I need to find a way out.”
    Reg thought for a moment. He wanted to help this man. But how could he do that? He laid a hand on Akhmed’s shoulder as he thought. Then he knew.
    “There’s bound to be one of the small research subs in the docks. If you can make your way down there, you could escape in one of those. They should be able to take you to Mexico. You can send for your young lady from there.”
    Akhmed looked at him.
    “Why would you tell me this?”
    “Because I don’t believe you are a killer. And since Stryker has fucked off and left us, I have to assume he knew this was going to happen.” Reg looked him in the eye. “And if you’re going to be a father, you need to get out of here instead of dying in ignominy.”
    He got up and gave Akhmed his hand, pulling him to his feet too.
    “The elevators will be out, but you can’t take the stairs; they’ll find you. There’s a service elevator leading directly to the docks from behind the football field. It’s right behind the changing rooms.”
    Akhmed took Reg’s hand in both of his and shook it heartily.
    “I don’t know how I can thank you.”
    “Just get out of here.”
    Akhmed nodded and shook Reg’s hand once more, then he carefully went out into the corridor and made for the stairs.
    He stepped slowly down those stairs, walking down to the level below. He checked around the corner and retreated quickly. He had not seen anybody move anywhere until he met Reg, but there were people around. He saw two men enter some rooms through a pair of glass sliding doors. He felt his nerves again. He could not be sure these two