CHAPTER 64
Beyond the windows of the helicopter, the sun was setting on the Tibetan Plateau. Dorian tried to find the facility in the expanse of green forest. It was just a single column of gray and white smoke now, like a campfire in the untouched wilderness.
“The last train is away,” Dmitry said.
“Drones?” Dorian didn’t look away from the window or the column of smoke.
“30 minutes out.” When Dorian said nothing, the man continued, “What now?”
“Stop the trains. Catalog everyone, including the dead bodies. Make sure our men are in full quarantine gear.”