They had occupied three of the three and a half underground levels.
To avoid detection, they had sealed off the original staircase and converted the exit into this elevator.
The elevator opened into the hospital morgue.
Or perhaps this was only one of the exits.
It made disposing of their "goods" convenient.
They wheeled a corpse out, then wheeled an empty bed back in.
The number of beds inside never changed.
Even the models were identical.
Clearly, they had done this plenty of times before.
The hospital obviously had members of the organization on its staff.
Possibly quite a few of them.
Someone would probably come to dispose of the body soon.
No one would find it strange if a body wheeled out of the morgue went straight into a cremation furnace.
That man with the crew cut and jacket had chatted and laughed comfortably beside the mountain of a man.
His position in the organization had to be fairly high.
Disguised as a doctor, he could come and go here with incredible ease.
He had come up ahead of them and was already nowhere to be seen.
"Come on!"
Her "companion" finally spoke when he saw her standing motionless in the middle of the room.
They had brought one bed up and needed to take another back down.
Without a word, Song Ning walked into the "elevator room."
She watched him uncover a keypad in the corner.
This time, she was very close.
She watched him punch in several numbers.
When he turned and found her face right beside him, he jumped.
"What are you doing?"
"Is that the code for coming up, too?" Song Ning asked quietly.
Realizing something was wrong, he was about to act.
But Song Ning had already chopped the back of his neck with