Samuel nodded.
“If he moves wrong, Kevin fires.”
Samuel nodded again.
He handed his gloves to Maya.
Her fingers shook when she took them.
The hallway seemed longer when he started down it.
Kevin followed with the rifle.
Anya followed Kevin.
Brenda came last, hating every step and taking it anyway.
At the quarantine door, Samuel lifted one hand to stop them.
He did not let Kevin swing the door all the way open.
He opened it only a crack and waited.
The barking exploded, then slowly folded back into a growl.
Samuel stood there through all of it.
Patience is not doing nothing.
Sometimes patience is the first language a frightened creature can still understand.
“Lower the rifle,” Samuel said.
Kevin stiffened.
Anya gave him a look that carried every ounce of medical authority she had.
The rifle lowered.
Samuel slipped into the room and pulled the door nearly closed behind him.
