night. He’d also been Lintel’s inside man on the black budget op that Lintel had been running, and now that he realized Lintel was gone, Beirkoff knew he’d been cut off and left to twist in the wind. He’d be willing to do anything to save his skin.
“Lose something?” Ria asked mockingly. “Your safety net, perhaps?” Beirkoff’s face went grey, and for a moment, the bodyguard’s fist in his collar was the only thing holding him up. The details of the project flashed through his mind—an underground testing lab, some cells, too many people dead. . . .
“Mr. Beirkoff, you have exactly one chance to save your life and your freedom,” Ria said, getting to her feet and leaning toward him. “Take me down to the Black Labs and tell me everything you know about T-6/157.”

There was a slot for a key-card on the inside wall of the Executive Elevator, and three unmarked buttons below it. Ria’d found the card in Lintel’s desk, once she’d broken the lock. Beirkoff slid it into place and pressed the third button.
Beirkoff hadn’t been good at forming coherent sentences, but Ria’d had no trouble getting most of the story by skimming the surface of his thoughts. Unfortunately, he had no idea what had happened after Eric had vanished from the Park, nor what Lintel might be up to right now. Lintel had sent him home for the night, and when he’d come back this morning, he’d walked straight into Ria.
The level the elevator opened onto showed h