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"He's coding! Get the crash cart!"
As the high-pitched whine of the machines sounded the alarm, Morgan and Jake stepped back to let the medical team do their work. The doctor injected something into the line in Marietti's arm and a moment later, his body relaxed. He sank back on the bed, still once again.
The doctor turned.
"He's in a bad way so I've sedated him." He shook his head. "His body just needs time to rest and heal."
"How much time?" Jake asked.
The doctor frowned. "It's hard to say. His wounds are extensive. The blast shook his brain as well as his body. You'd better go. There's nothing you can do here."
At the door, Jake turned to look back at Marietti, now prone on the bed. His face creased with concern for the Director.
"We have to find out more about that statue,"
