Midterms

[David Stevenson]

"Under it?" David's lips tightened at the sight of Vanguard's made men flinging debris around. The shot cut away to a talking head, and he met John's eyes. "The only thing they would want that might be under a hospital is..."

"...A Jericho containment facility," John confirmed.

"Shit," he said, leaning forward and putting both his elbows on the desk. David resisted the urge to put his head in his hands.