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Team One, the front entry team, spread out. Two team members started down the hallway to the left, two more to the right. As each team came to a door, the lead placed his shotgun against the lock, pulled the trigger and then stepped back. The trail then stepped forward tossed a head sized device into the room and the cycle was repeated.

The right-hand team did the same, moving down the corridor to Dr. Arensky’s office then passing by.

As the two teams spread out the driver of the sedan strolled into the main corridor and turned to the right. When he reached Dr. Arensky’s office, as the right-hand team reached the end of the corridor and tossed a device into the janitor’s closet, he knocked on the door, three times, with pauses between.

The door was jerked open as Dr. Arensky struggled into his heavy outer coat, the briefcase in his hand.

“This is madness,” the doctor said, sputtering.

“You do have it, though, yes?” the man asked. He was tall and broad with gray-shot black hair and a tanned face lined by much time out-of-doors.

“I have it,” Dr. Arensky snapped, lifting the case.

“Let us go, then,” the man said, lifting his arm to look at his watch and then nodding as a sharp crack sounded down the corridor. The crack, and flash of light, was followed by a series of rapid, short bursts of fire. Seven in all. “Our ride is on the way and we don’t want to keep them waiting.”

He waved down the hallway as the team of two men, one of them “Boris/Policeman” walked to the door. “Boris” casually tossed his last packet in the room and the two followed Arensky and the broad man out the front door.

From out of the cloudy sky, which was now drifting snowflakes downward, an Alouette helicopter dropped, twin to the one dropping to the rear of the facility. The team boarded silently, the broad man and “Boris” simultaneously pushing Dr. Arensky into one of the seats and buckling him in. When they were done, and in their own seats, the rest of the team was in and secured.