“It split open. Something came out. It—whatever it was—it spilled all over me. My arms. I’ve scrubbed but the stain is still there.” The man lifted his wrist to his mouth. “Ma’am we’ve got a person here claiming to have had potential exposure. Initiating secondary protocol.”
Then he turned back to Arthur. “You need to come with me.” Arthur didn’t resist. He was too tired, too overwhelmed. The man led him past the vehicles and through a guarded gate in the perimeter.