Secret in the Antarctic Ice E-Book

Roberto Borzellino

• Herausgeber: via tolino media
• Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Beschreibung

Buried deep beneath Antarctica's eternal ice lies a secret that could change humanity's fate. A team of Russian scientists at the Vostok research station makes a startling discovery. Hidden in the glaciers they find an alien capsule containing an unknown virus with cataclysmic potential. From that moment on, a race against time begins to unveil the truth to the world before it's too late. Alexey Marinetto, a skilled counterintelligence agent from Moscow, finds himself unwillingly embroiled in international intrigue after receiving a cryptic message from his friend Igor, head of the Antarctic mission. Pursued by ruthless hitmen, Alexey is forced to spring back into action and immerse himself in a world of conspiracy and deceit he thought he'd left behind. When President Rostov seizes power in Russia, mankind's destiny is threatened by his deranged plans to weaponize the virus and unleash global chaos. To stop Rostov's schemes, Alexey must ally with a mole in the Kremlin and risk it all on an undercover mission in Moscow. Through heart-pounding twists and turns, gunfights, high-speed chases, and a dash of romance between spies, Alexey will find himself battling to save the world in the most remote locations under the most dangerous circumstances. Can he halt Rostov's delusions of grandeur before it's too late? Find out in this adrenaline-fueled spy thriller that will leave you breathless until the final page.

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Secret in the Antarctic Ice

The Deadly Conspiracy Threatening Mankind

Copyright © 2023 Roberto Borzellino

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Chapter One

On the journey home

1

Alexey watched the snowy plain through the train window with dull eyes. It had already been five years since the end of his first and last mission as a spy, but he still could not stop thinking about all the things he had seen and done. His mind was trapped between the images of his mother Maria and his father Roberto, innocent victims of a dangerous game in which, despite himself, he had become involved. It was a burden that would stay with him for the rest of his life.

Together with his grandfather Andrej and his twin brother Luca, they had spent two long years of relative calm and tranquility, lounging on the endless beaches of the island of Mayotte, drinking wine, and eating fresh fish. In the long run, nostalgia for his roots had taken over and he had returned to live in Russia, in Moscow. After resigning from the army he had found a job as a simple file clerk at the FSB, but only thanks to a few favors cashed in by his grandfather Andrei from an old colleague in the former KGB. Time had passed quickly, and Alexey continued to live alone and with very few friends.

Since he had started working as an archivist librarian, he had never taken a single day off. He had been immersed in his work, devoting his days to taking care of documents, managing archives, and searching for relevant information. Despite the lack of strong emotions, Alexey had grown accustomed to that routine and found a kind of tranquility in his solitude.

When his boss informed him that he would have two weeks off, he was not too suspicious. After all, it was his right as an FSB employee. It had been a long time since he had taken a break, and the idea of having time off intrigued him. Finally, he would be able to get away from the rigid walls of his office and indulge in a moment of relaxation.

Strangely enough, he felt a sense of restlessness as he prepared for this brief break from routine. His mind was filled with unanswered questions. What was he supposed to do during these two weeks of rest?

The idea of staying in Moscow did not excite him. He needed a change, a place that would offer him new perspectives and an opportunity to completely unplug from his daily routine.

It was then that the city of St. Petersburg flashed through his mind. It was where he had spent his childhood and adolescence before events forced him to wander Europe in search of refuge. St. Petersburg represented a mixture of nostalgia, beauty, and mystery, a place where he could confront his past and find himself.

After all, the idea of traveling by train fascinated him.

It would allow him to admire the snowy landscapes that followed beyond the window, letting the sound of the tracks accompany his thoughts.

Without hesitation, he packed a small suitcase with the essentials and headed for the station.

The train had left on time, and Alexey had sat, relaxed, in his assigned seat. For about an hour, the compartment had remained, strangely enough, deserted, and his only pastime had been admiring the white blanket of snow endlessly whizzing before his eyes.

Just as he was finishing his latte, a man, who was about the same age as him, entered quickly, followed from behind by two other suspicious-looking men. In silence, the individual sat down across from him, not even deigning him a greeting or a glance.

Alexey, who was accustomed to noticing details, quickly realized that the two men, standing still in front of the compartment entrance, belonged to Russian intelligence.

As he continued to scrutinize the man in front of him, his gaze crossed that of the mysterious individual, and it was then that he noticed a disconcerting resemblance. The man bore a striking resemblance to his old high school friend: Igor Smirnov. His mind filled with surprise and confusion.

How could this be possible? Why had Igor not greeted him? Why was he pretending not to recognize him?

The two bodyguards, meanwhile, had left the compartment, and engaged in a heated discussion. Taking advantage of the distraction, Igor quickly approached them and handed them a note, then hastily walked away without saying a word.

Alexey took the note cautiously, aware that something was wrong.

The tension in the air was palpable.

He felt a growing sense of uneasiness and wondered what could be hiding behind that seemingly innocuous situation. What did Igor want to communicate to him with that note? Was he perhaps in danger?

With circumspection, Alexey read the message written on the note: "Tonight at 8 p.m. at my mother's house. Most urgent. Matter of life and death."

His old friend needed his help.

As the train continued on the tracks, Alexey remained deep in thought. He knew he would have to make a decision. After much thought, he decided that he could not ignore Igor's plea for help. He owed a debt to his old friend and felt that he should do everything he could to help him.

By the time the train arrived at the Petersburg station, Igor's trail had been lost.

The city, nicknamed "The Venice of the North," greeted him with its magnificence and majesty. The crowded streets and historic buildings evoked memories buried deep in his heart. It was like returning home after a long journey, but this time he would have to face not only the ghosts of his past but also a present full of uncertainties.

Walking through the streets of St. Petersburg, Alexey felt as if each step brought him closer to an inescapable destiny. He was determined to find out what lay behind Igor's message and unravel the mysteries that surrounded him.

Immediately, he headed back to his old neighborhood, to his mother's house, where he had not been back for a long time. He was excited about his return as his mind opened the memory book. Crossing "Park Pobedy," he saw his old abandoned field hockey rink. It was there that he learned to skate and take his first shots with the stick.

Finally, he arrived in front of his mother's apartment.

He had the keys and expected to find everything as he had left it, but before he entered he immediately noticed that the door had been forced open. Someone was still inside her house. Alexey tried to keep calm ready to fight back, knowing well the art of self-defense.

As soon as he reached the kitchen he was attacked from behind by a stranger holding a large bread-slicing knife. With a quick move he managed to disarm him and they found themselves facing each other. The stranger's face was covered by a balaclava and he wore black, leather gloves.

From his attire, and the way he moved and fought, Alexey knew immediately that the intruder was not a simple petty thief, but a hitman sent by someone to kill him. Five interminable seconds passed, after which the hitman made his move. During the scuffle, Alexey managed to wound his opponent in the leg, but he was hit in the head with an object and lost consciousness.

He woke up confused, his head hurting and his body aching. He did not know how long he had been lying there unconscious on the floor. He got to his feet and carefully checked every corner of the house, but there was no trace of the mysterious man. Only a few spots of blood, in the kitchen and hallway, testified to the results of a violent struggle. He went to the bathroom to look for something that would be useful to dress his head. With skill, he managed to pull himself together and pull himself together. Then he looked at his watch. It was almost eight o'clock in the evening and he realized that he had to get out quickly if he was to make it in time for his secret appointment with Igor Smirnov. Over the years, his old childhood friend and high school classmate had come a long way and become a respected scientist, Russia's foremost expert on adenovirus.

But as he prepared to leave, an inner voice haunted him. He was faced with a crucial choice: get involved in another dangerous adventure or refuse and try to live a quiet life without further complications.

He had long dreamed of returning to his beloved city to breathe in its crisp March air as the first taste of impending spring, to stroll along the busy streets of downtown, and relive the memories he had left behind, such as those at the military academy. But most of all, he was tickled by the idea of going to "Gianni's," a special place run by an old Italian with the same name, where he could enjoy delicious pizza and feel at home as if a real piece of his Italy had been transported to Russia.

He looked at himself in the reflection of the mirror and made a decision.

Despite his inner torment, he knew that he could not turn his back on a friend in trouble. He would face danger again and get involved, aware that his fate seemed to be sealed by events that thrust him into extraordinary situations.

Without hesitation, he walked out of his mother's house.

When he reached the vicinity of Igor's home, he hid behind a tall hedge, from where he could completely observe the entrance to the building. He stood waiting for a few minutes to be sure there was no danger when suddenly he saw a black car slowly approaching. Igor had arrived, accompanied by the men of his escort. Alexey strained his ear, listening for the sounds of the car stopping and the doors opening and closing.

Igor got out of the car, followed closely by two tall, muscular, and menacing-looking men.

Hidden in the shadows of an adjacent alley, he watched for a few minutes as the two large Secret Service agents who were now stationary and guarding the main entrance. The situation was risky but he had to try. He approached the doorway acting as if he were a mere tenant of the building. With a sweaty hand, he typed in the code for the apartment of Ms. Olga, the neighbor who lived across the street from his friend.

He waited a few seconds, hoping that, in the meantime, the code had not been changed. Under the threatening gaze of the Secret Service men, the sound of the click made him take a breath of relief. He had managed to get in.

He climbed the stairs with quick steps, his heart pounding.

He had to try to look as natural as possible as if he were an ordinary tenant.

When he reached the third floor, he approached the door of Olga's apartment, the old lady he had dated as a boy. He hoped he would still be recognized by her, but he had not seen her since he had entered the Academy.

He knocked on the door, hoping Olga would remember his voice. A few moments later, the door opened and the figure of a skinny old woman appeared, her white hair pulled back into a bun. Olga looked at him for a moment, then smiled at him.

"Alexey, it's you!" she exclaimed, hugging him.

Alexey felt relieved.

"Hello Olga, long time no see!" he said, trying to sound as spontaneous as possible.

"Yes, I've been back here in town for a while and decided to visit you."

Olga invited him in, showing him her modest apartment filled with old but well-kept furniture.

"But what brings you here?" asked Olga, intrigued, "I haven't heard from you in a long time."

Alexey hesitated for a moment, then decided to confide in her old friend.

"It's a long story, Olga. I need you to do me a favor."

Olga looked at him, then nodded.

"Of course, Alexey. If I can be of any help to you, I will gladly do so."

Alexey smiled, relieved.

"Thank you, Olga. You don't know how much this means to me."

"You should go to Igor's house and knock on his door. With an excuse, you should invite him to come to your house. I need to talk to him urgently and I'm afraid his house is bugged. Therefore, I need you to leave your house for about ten minutes, just long enough for me to converse with him. In the meantime, you could stay at Igor's house and keep old mother company. I know this will not be a big problem for you because you visit her every day. But don't ask me to reveal any more details. I am already putting you in grave danger and you don't need to know any more. For your safety and security."

"Dear Alexey, thank you for your concern, but at my age what do you want them to do to me? I have seen a lot in my life and I am no longer afraid of anything or anyone. Don't worry, I will gladly help you."

Olga quickly set to work and knocked on Igor's door waiting for him to open.

"Hi Olga, everything okay?"

"Hi Igor, sorry to bother you. Would it be possible to talk for a moment?"

"Sure, come on in."

"Igor, could you give me a hand?"

"Certainly, tell me, what do you need?"

"I have a problem with the sink faucet. Could you take a look at it, please?"

"Sure, I'll be right over to see."

"In the meantime, I can stay here with your mom and keep her company, if that's okay with you. These are my keys, take your time."

Igor, without wasting any more time, headed for Olga's apartment, which was only a few meters away from his own.

As soon as he entered he noticed that there was someone else in the house. He took only a few steps, slowly, for fear that the stranger was there to set a trap for him. Immediately, he recognized the figure of Alexey who was nervously waiting for him on the sofa, trying to maintain an apparent calm.

"You're finally here," Alexey said, rising to his feet.

"You need my help, don't you? The message in your note was unmistakable."

Igor nodded and first wanted to greet his old school friend warmly, with a big hug that kept the two of them bonded for a few seconds. Immediately afterward they both sat down, facing each other.

"We don't have much time," Igor exclaimed, "maybe less than ten minutes before my guardian angels go up to my floor to do a routine check and make sure I don't escape or talk to any strangers. They have given me only twenty-four hours to say goodbye to my mom, and after that, they will take me to some secret facility. They will probably kill me for what I am about to reveal. But first I need to know if you are willing to take such a big risk. Once you agree to listen to me, you cannot back out. I understand that returning to St. Petersburg must not have been easy for you, and I am sorry about what happened to your mother. She was a kind and always helpful woman. I still remember her special cookies. That perfume that intoxicated the house. But I don't want to digress. My question is simple: Are you willing to listen to what I have to say and take the consequences?"

Alexey remained silent and thoughtful for a moment.

"Igor, why me? Out of so many you could turn to, why did you choose me?" he asked skeptically.

"Because we are childhood friends," she replied, trying to persuade him.

"We grew up together and I know you well enough to trust you; besides, I know you are an FSB agent and have the right skills and knowledge to help me."

Alexey pondered for a moment, then nodded.

"All right, I'm with you. Tell me all about it. I'm willing to take the risk to help an old friend in trouble."

"The story I'm about to tell you happened only a few days ago. I was put in charge of a scientific expedition to Antarctica. Despite my young age, I have burned through all the academic milestones, and many in my circles consider me a celebrity, especially because of my discoveries on adenoviruses. At first, it seemed like just a routine mission, and the trip was quite long and tedious. The only jarring note was the presence of a special military department on the ship, which was quite unusual for such missions. When I asked the colonel why he and his men were there, he replied, rather abruptly, that they were there for our safety.

Naturally, my group and I reacted with hilarity and irony. That was a scientific mission. What were they supposed to protect us from? From seals and penguins angry about environmental pollution? But that was the end of it, and we gave it no further thought. After all, we had far more important things to think about, and organizing and carrying out an expedition like that was by no means easy.

When we reached base camp, things began to get more difficult. The commander, General Rybakov, had us set up in a small room, and before we started the meeting he warned us that, from then on, everything we would see and hear was covered by military secrecy.

Needless to add in case of disclosure, all of us, including our family members, would suffer fatal consequences. Finally, he revealed to us that, six months earlier, they had made an extraordinary discovery in the ice. They had found an alien artifact containing six small capsules, each with a blue liquid. Up to that point, all their military experts had failed to understand much about it, and here was revealed the real reason for our mission to Antarctica. Now it was up to my team to examine the contents and try to figure it out.

They had flown in from Moscow all the equipment needed to set up a security laboratory five, which was already up and running. They had built it from scratch in a separate part of the base, super-supervised by the military, inside which only seven people had access, thanks to a special key card, which we had to carry with us at all times, wherever we went. At the end of the meeting, they made us quickly sign a paper, without even giving us time to read it and escorted us to our quarters. The tension between us could be cut with a knife, but the excitement was also great. We were all curious to examine this strange blue liquid and began to formulate the strangest and most outlandish theories about its origin and what it would be able to do.

But we did not imagine, even remotely, what we would discover the next day.

The next morning we were escorted inside a highly secured facility, a security five laboratory.

After a few days of examination, we were able to understand that this was something truly unique and never seen before.

Inside those six small capsules was a very aggressive virus, capable of exterminating all of humanity in a matter of weeks or perhaps months. Of course, you can imagine the military implications of such a discovery. It is of absolute and paramount importance that the entire scientific world knows that the Russians have an "exterminator" virus on their hands.

Unfortunately, I believe that some fanatics, such as our Minister of the Interior and the military leadership itself, want to use the threat of this virus to dominate the entire planet.

I am sure that in twenty-four hours they will take me to some secret laboratory for me to produce an antidote capable of protecting them. Some of them are convinced that it will take months, or perhaps years, to synthesize it and produce it in sufficient doses for their purposes. But in fact, I have discovered a formula that would enable me to make it quickly. I have not yet revealed anything to the military leaders and I have no intention of doing so, at least until I have to. Now do you understand the reason for all this secrecy and urgency?"

"But what do you want me to do?" said Alexey with a certain fear plastered on his face.

"I'm not a virologist, I'm not like you, and I really wouldn't know where to start."

Chapter Two

Discovery

2

Igor Smirnov felt as excited as a child as he watched the icebreaker ship sail through the rough waters of the Antarctic Ocean. Despite his young age, he had turned 30 a few days ago had been put in charge of his team as the top virology expert.

His team consisted of only three other experts, who were very heterogeneous, from different parts of Russia, with different backgrounds and specializations.

There was Natalia, a bright young microbiology specialist, who had demonstrated extraordinary intelligence and lateral thinking skills. She was the ideal choice to take on the most difficult challenges of our work in Antarctica.

Pavel, a medical expert in tropical diseases, was another indispensable member of my team. With his expertise in treating exotic diseases, he was able to quickly identify symptoms and possible causes of unknown diseases.

Yuri, on the other hand, was the data analyst who would manage all the scientific information collected during the expedition. He had a keen sense of observation and a deep understanding of safety protocols, which would allow us to maintain control over every situation.

Despite their human and character differences, they had previously worked together as a perfectly coordinated team, ready to face any challenge.

The ship grew closer and closer to the Antarctic coast, and the sky suddenly grew darker. A massive snowstorm suddenly broke out, making navigation even more difficult.

The scientific mission led by Igor Smirnov had departed from the port of Murmansk, but soon the team of Russian virologists noticed that a special department of Russian military personnel, led by Colonel Romanov, was also on the ship. The presence of the military on the ship immediately aroused the concerns of Smirnov and his team, who began to wonder what the real purpose of the mission was.

"Colonel Romanov, why are there military personnel on board?" asked Smirnov in a concerned tone.

"This is a mission of national importance, Smirnov," Romanov replied in a firm voice.

"We need to ensure the security of our country, and you are here to provide us with the necessary information."

Smirnov looked at Romanov with suspicion. He did not like the colonel's authoritarian tone, nor the lack of clarity about the mission's true objectives.

"The mission has been classified as - a civilian scientific expedition - and we are not here to perform any military task," Smirnov said.

"Don't worry doctor," Romanov replied with a sly smile.

"Your team will not need to perform any military tasks. We are asking you strategically for our national security, and we need to make sure that our interests are protected."

Smirnov felt even more uneasy. He understood all too well that the presence of the military on the ship was only the first piece of a larger mystery. But what was so important that warranted military secrecy?

"I cannot give you more details," the colonel continued, "but your cooperation is critical to the success of this mission. I ask you to work with us, to share the information you have gathered with our intelligence department."

Natalia, the bright young microbiology specialist, stood up.

"But is this a biological attack?" she asked in a concerned tone.

The colonel merely smiled enigmatically.

"I cannot provide any comment on this, miss," he replied, "but I can assure you that your work is critical to the security of our country."

Smirnov looked at Romanov with growing concern.

There was something strange about that mission, something that went far beyond simple scientific research.

"We only ask you to cooperate with us, and provide us with the information we need to ensure the security of our country," the colonel concluded.

Smirnov was not at all convinced by his words, but he knew that he had no choice but to cooperate with the military. He therefore decided to continue with the mission, but he remained ever alert, aware that something shady was moving beneath the surface.

3

When the icebreaker ship arrived at the base camp in Antarctica, things began to get more difficult. The commander, General Rybakov, who was in charge of the entire mission, personally welcomed them and had them put up in a single modestly furnished room with four single beds and a single closet to share. Before the group of scientists took possession of their quarters, the General wanted to take his leave with an explicit threat.

"As you may have already guessed, the true nature of this mission is not exclusively scientific. We are in a desolate area far removed from the civilized world. The icebreaker ship will depart tomorrow morning, and for about a month we will be here alone.

I ask you to cooperate for the sake of our beloved homeland, and from now on, anything you see or hear will be covered by military secrecy. Now rest and refresh yourselves, we will have time to talk tomorrow. Good night."

Igor Smirnov and his team were concerned about the situation they were in. The presence of armed guards and the control of their movements made them feel like prisoners.

During the night they discussed at length their situation and the possible nature of the mission.

Natalia, the young microbiology specialist, was the most concerned: "What do you think they are hiding from us? I don't like this atmosphere of secrecy."

Pavel, the medical expert in tropical diseases, tried to reassure her, "All we can do is wait and see what they tell us tomorrow. Perhaps there is an important scientific discovery that must be kept secret for reasons of national security."

Yuri, the data analyst, did not seem entirely convinced: "But why would they bring us here, to Antarctica? There are many other scientific bases closer to Russia."

The next morning Smirnov's team gathered in the dining room to have breakfast. While they were seated, Romanov's men interrupted them with an urgent message: General Rybakov wanted them in the meeting room immediately.

The team was led to a larger room, where the evening general sat at the head of the table. His gaze was cold and detached as he spoke.

"As you learned last night, we have made an incredible discovery," he began in a solemn tone.

"Six months ago, our people found an ancient alien capsule under a layer of ice in the Antarctic region. Each of these six capsules contains a blue-colored liquid. Our goal is to analyze the contents of these capsules and discover their properties."

General Rybakov went on, meticulously explaining to the science team what he expected them to do from thereon. Smirnov, Natalia, and Pavel would work to analyze the chemical composition of the capsules and their molecular structure, while Yuri would focus on data management and organizing the results of the analyses.

General Rybakov concluded his monologue by inviting them to ask questions or express their concerns.

Smirnov was the first to stand up.

"General, it is our responsibility to ensure the safety of these blue liquids," he said in a concerned voice.

"We cannot ignore the negative consequences that could result from our work. There is a significant risk that these liquids are dangerous to human health. We must work with caution and care."

The General replied, firm and decisive: "Our team of military scientists examined the six capsules contained in the alien artifact and found that the blue liquid contains a particular substance that we have named 'Element X.' We have no idea what it can do, but our tests show that it is highly unstable and potentially dangerous."

Igor Smirnov and his team were incredulous.

"So our task will be to examine this substance and figure out what risks humanity faces if it falls into the wrong hands?" asked Smirnov.

"Yes, you have understood correctly," replied the general firmly. Our government has chosen you, the best scientists in Russia, to study this substance and find a way to neutralize it and make it harmless. From the first elements in our possession, it would appear to be a highly toxic substance capable of exterminating all mankind if it were released into the air."

From Moscow, General Rybakov had brought in all the necessary equipment to set up a security five laboratory, which was already up and running. They had built it from scratch in a separate part of the base, super-guarded by the military, inside which only seven people had permission to access it, thanks to a special key card that we had to carry with them at all times wherever they went."

"One last question," Smirnov pressed him, "when, me and my team, can we get to work and start examining this substance? ".

"The meeting is over! " the general replied.

"Get ready to leave the base. We will accompany you to the laboratory. For security reasons, it was built 50 meters from here. There is no connecting corridor between the base and the laboratory, and they are both completely separate. You will be able to enter and leave the laboratory only once a day, except in rare and justified cases, previously authorized by me."

The group of scientists and military personnel, after donning their equipment, headed for the laboratory. Outside, the morning was incredibly sunny, and the sky was crystal blue.

The security laboratory was an imposing building with an austere and unwelcoming exterior. Its structure was completely isolated from the rest of the base, and Smirnov's team would be working there for the next few months. The general handed them key cards and invited them to enter.

Once inside, Smirnov was impressed by the advanced technology used. There were several state-of-the-art instruments, sophisticated microscopes, and an ultra-modern ventilation system. It was clear that Moscow had invested heavily in the creation of this security laboratory.

The General led them to a secure room, where the alien substance was kept. Smirnov observed the six small capsules containing the blue liquid. He had never seen anything like it. He was surprised at how difficult it had been to obtain such a small and valuable substance.

The General turned to the team and said, "You can start the work! We need to figure out as soon as possible what it is and what effects it might have on our planet."

Smirnov nodded, knowing that this would be one of the most important projects of his career.

4

General Rybakov, that same morning, as usual, had been carefully monitoring the camera recordings and noticed something strange. One of the four scientists, Dr. Yuri Petrovitch Orlov had approached one of the lab computers, inserted a USB flash drive, and started copying files. There was no apparent reason for that action since all the data on capsule analysis were already on the base's servers.

The general decided to keep an eye on him, hoping that sooner or later he would make a misstep that would confirm his fears. Meanwhile, he continued to work closely with Smirnov's team, trying not to arouse suspicion. But the tension was starting to build more and more, and the general knew that time was running out.

That evening, while the team was engaged in its usual dinner at the cafeteria, Rybakov decided to make a surprise inspection of the laboratory. Once he arrived, he immediately noticed something unusual: the door to one of the refrigerators was open, and the alien capsules were no longer in place. He began to check the camera recordings, and what he saw left him speechless: Orlov had entered the lab shortly after the team had left for dinner, grabbed the capsules, and taken them away.

General Rybakov decided not to raise the alarm immediately, but to put a plan in place to catch the traitor.

He got in touch with a team of selected military personnel, who arrived at the laboratory shortly thereafter.

Together, they planned a trap for Dr.

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