"There." Dr. Maerwynn pointed toward one of the monitors.
On the screen, Sarah and another white-coated person whose back was turned to the camera were pushing an empty gurney down a hall.
"Where's Marilyn?" Mr. Fleischer asked.
"Follow them," Dr. Maerwynn commanded.
The staffer typed a command, and other monitors flashed to different views of the transfer lab. They watched the two women push the empty gurney down a couple of corridors.
Then they rounded a corner and disappeared from view.
"Where are they?" Mr. Fleischer demanded.
The staffer frowned and pointed at the monitor right in front of him that showed the empty vault antechamber. "They should be right there, sir."
"They've tampered with the camera," Dr. Maerwynn hissed. "They're in the vault."
"What are they doing there?" Mr. Fleischer asked.
Dr. Maerwynn suddenly gasped. "Come on! We have to get down there immediately." Without waiting for a reply, she yanked out her phone and barked, "Call Mai Luan." Even as the phone processed the voice command, she bolted from the room.
Mr. Fleischer pointed at three of the security staffers in the room. "You three. Come with me."
"But sir ..." one of them protested.
"Now, or you're fired."
Together, they sprinted toward the vault.
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Saving Face
FantasyThere's no place like home. For Sarah, home is the body she grew up in, and she's gone far too often. In a near future where the renting of human bodies is possible, Sarah is a top model. She spends most of her time shuffling between temporary bod...
