Chapter Seven
Two extra-long, silver Mercedes limousines stopped by the guard kiosk at the heavily secured gates of Dr. Roland’s research complex. The drivers handed identification to the armed guards. Ward, seated between Reza and the Sheikh on the soft, dove grey leather seat, watched the Sheikh’s fascinated attention to the guards’ scan of their identification, then their faces, with a state of the art biometric reader.
When the Sheikh craned his neck to see the computer terminal inside the kiosk as it initiated a sequence of electronic keys to open the gate, Ward repeated information his sources had brought to him prior to his first visit. “This place is as secure as the White House. It was once a secret government research installation and apparently it didn’t’ require much updating
