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impending doom. She wants to ask him to stay with her, to not go, but she knows he will go anyway and will only resent her pressuring him. “Take me with you.”
     
    “No. Out of the question. It’s too dangerous.”
     
    “Ryker, please, don’t leave me alone. Take me with you. You’ll need me to test any samples you find anyway.”
     
    “No,” he says firmly. “I will bring anything I find back and you can test it here.”
     
    “Do you even know what the virus looks like?”
     
    “No. But you can tell me that. It will be in vials, right?”
     
    “It was. But wouldn’t you put it in a different container if you wanted to conceal it?”
     
    That gives him some pause, because she is right. “What’s look like? Does it glow green like in the movies?” he asks with a grin.
     
    “Hardly. It looks like water.”    
     
    “You’re shitting me!” he exclaims.
     
    “No. The culture is as clear as water and only slightly thicker. If you could just look at the stuff and tell what it is we wouldn’t need the Mogle, now would we?”
     
    Ryker pauses, thinking furiously. “I don’t like this,” he finally admits when he can’t think of a better way. “How long are the tests going to take?”
     
    “I can run about fifty samples in an hour,” Ronnie says. “If there are more samples than that I can be preparing the next set of samples while the first batch is being analyzed. The next fifty, and ever set after that, will take about half as long as the first set.”
     
    Ryker feels a cold hand around his heart. “Ronnie, we can’t be still for hours on end. We have to get in and get out!”
     
    “Garland said the Mogle will operate on the move. But I don’t think we will have more than a few samples to analyze. Remember, the virus has a very specific set of requirements, even in hibernation. There are only going to be a very few items that could possibly be it. We don’t have to worry about anything in the fridge for example. The cold will have killed the virus, and once it is dead, it’s useless. They may not as well have it at all.”
     
    “What are the requirements?” he asks, breathing a little easier.
     
    “About 70 to 100 degrees Fahrenheit, and not in direct sunlight. It also has to be kept pure. They can’t pour it into a fish bowl and dilute it with water, for example. So we are looking for either five 25ml vials or the equivalent amount of liquid in a sterile container.”
     
    “So 125ml, that’s about…” Ryker begins
     
    “Actually, the amount will be closer to 100ml because the vials aren’t filled right to the top. That’s about three ounces,” Ronnie says.
     
    “That’s nothing!”
     
    “You don’t need much. Even in 20ml there are hundreds of millions of virus cells.”
     
    “No, I mean they can hide that anywhere.” 
     
    “Then we will just have to look carefully, won’t we?” she says. “When are we going to do this?”
     
    “We?” Ryker asks, but smiles, knowing she’s going. He needs her.
     
    “We,” Ronnie repeats firmly.
     
    “Tonight. I’m going to rent a car and drive down and do some recon. We’ll go back in the Mogle tonight. But you’re waiting in the truck until I secure the facility.”
     
    Ronnie starts to protest, then decides that is probably the wisest course of action. Ryker doesn’t need some amateur tagging along while he does his thing. “Now that’s settled, and since it is too early to rent a car, I have something urgent for you to attend to.”
     
    “And what would that be, Mrs. Grayland?”
     
    “There are certain duties that husbands are expected to perform.”
     
    Ryker drops his cell on the side table. His manhood is a little sore after the workout last night. But he is all about husbandly duties… and nothing cures soreness like working it out.
     

 
    CHAPTER ELEVEN
     
    Ryker creeps his rented Mercedes past the Masood residence for the third time. The house is an imposing place set just off