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They were now on the second floor of the Agency, or the second basement according to ground level. The people in black reappeared with their clipboards and folders tucked under their arms. Their dark eyes flickered over the pair as they passed in the white halls.
Nena leaned toward Jack and lowered her voice to a whisper. “Why are there so many people upstairs, and no one but Doc downstairs?”
“The offices are near the ground floor and the holding cells, and our rooms, are downstairs,” he told her.
She furrowed her brow. “But what do they do?”
“They cover for the company and all the messes we have to clean up,” he explained as several people with loads of papers hurried toward them. The pair paused and pressed themselves against the wall to let them pass. “Something happens th
