I sat on the desk with handcuffs on my wrists for the second time that night. When Rodgers and Clarke entered they looked all business.

“Well if it isn’t the dynamic duo. Can you tell these guys to take the cuffs off me?”

Rodgers nodded to the MP who reluctantly removed his handcuffs. A team of men, in full CBRN suits came in and started to check the doors.

“Sir, please go outside while my men sweep the building,” Said the lieutenant through his gas mask.

“You won’t need the suit,” I said. “The MP’s already checked the place. If there were anything still here, they wouldn’t have come back.” I saw one of the MP’s, the one who had put his cuffs on me, suddenly go pale.

“Check it anyway,” Rodgers said. And we walked outside.

In a minute or two I had filled in Rodgers on what Michael had told me.

“We’ve got to track down the place where he sent the VX.” said Rodgers.

“Places,” I corrected. “Michaels might not have meant to say it, but he used the plural. I think it’s in more than one location.”