They had put all their marbles on the exterior security.

 

But that wasn’t all. No cameras inside meant that whoever operated this place

wanted no record of what was going on in here.

 

It had been the same when Rogers had been here. Because the things that went on

here, well, they were not exactly pretty. Or maybe even legal.

 

He moved down the main corridor and saw that the place had been gutted and

rebuilt. Old wooden doors with a top half of frosted glass engraved with

department names had been replaced with sleek automated sliding glass doors

accessed by key card ports.

 

He couldn’t get into any of these rooms without a key card. And if he tried, he

was certain an alarm would sound. But the glass had one weakness: He could see

inside the rooms. In one space he saw workstations with computers and

sophisticated freestanding equipment.

 

In another room was a metal framework that looked familiar to Rogers. It could

be mounted on the exterior of something.

 

Or someone.

 

In another was a helmet with built-in goggles.