5
Cell Six was third on the left. Through the observation window she couldn’t see s**t. Flipping down her night-vision goggles, she could see that it was a much larger space than she’d anticipated. A man lay asleep on a corner cot. To the other side was a long workbench with a computer and an array of stuff that looked like a chemist’s lab.
She hit the light switch—which was on her side of the door—and shoved her goggles back up.
The guy on the couch rolled over and blinked his eyes hard. The face matched the briefing and she unlocked the door.
“Who?” He grunted out in Spanish, then blinked harder as he focused on her. “You don’t look like the other military. I mean aside from being female.”
“I’m not. I don’t fit in even among female military.” She dropped her pack and peeled off the
