“And the only reason this baby is still alive...”
The Dr. Salinas pointed to the strong, throbbing red ribbon of the umbilical artery:
“...this is because Laura’s body encapsulated the strange granule in a protective layer of fibrous tissue, isolating it from the placenta and saving her son’s life.”
Diego stepped back two steps staggering. His lower back hit the tray of steel instruments behind him, causing a jar of stainless steel speculums to crash into the ground with a violent and deafening *CLATTER*.
♪ BANG-CRASH! *
Paula turned around and threw herself towards the exit door.
“Stop where you are, Ms. Vance,” a voice echoed from the door.
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The access door to the scanning room was locked.
In the image, standing in a grey charcoal wool coat on a jacket in unbuckled suit, was the **special agent Marcus Vance** of the **Working Group against Pharmaceutical Crimes and the Terrorism of the Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI)**.
On the left flap of his jacket, he sported a five-pointed golden federal star. In his left hand, he carried an unsealed titanium briefcase, with red border, containing evidence and bearing the official seal of the United States District Court for the Southern District of New York.
Behind Marcus were two armed federal tactical agents, with navy-blue Kevlar bulletproof vests and hands resting on their regulatory sheaths in a low-alert position.
Diego's jaw was disengaged.
His eyes quickly moved from the golden badge to the two federal agents, his breathing was shortened in a sharp and wheezing gasp:
