"All right," Lanier said with a wave of the pistol. "Let’s move." The two technicians went out the door first, followed by Babel, with Lanier and Dr. Ferrera coming behind. Lanier’s gun was trained on Babel’s back. The corridor outside the interrogation room was plain and unadorned, with pale gray walls broken by the occasional door along its length. Red emergency lights filled the corridor and gave everything a hellish cast as the alarm continued to sound throughout the building. The two technicians began moving toward the right, but Lanier’s barked order stopped them in their tracks.