Much to Mark’s surprise, they didn’t return to the Pacific base. Rather, they drove for hours to the northern edge of Michigan, seemingly traveling aimlessly and veering onto random routes until they reached a path that led into some woods. The trucks with the APC and tank barely fit, and everyone had to enter slowly in single file.
At the end of the path, a small building was buried in a hill neighboring the coast of Lake Superior. The mercenaries immediately placed mines, patrols, and other defenses around the area, while Whyte and his entourage of BEPs entered the building.
It seemed like it hadn’t been used in years. Or barely used to begin with. Mark stayed with Heather by the entrance, keeping lookout for any window they could escape from. Whyte and the other BEPs headed deep inside, turning on the power and checking the place out.
“Where are we?” he asked Heather.
“One of Whyte’s research stations,” she said. “They’re like his bases. He has them scattered all over.”
“What are we doing here?”
“Lying low for now,” Whyte answered, flipping on the lights. Farther inside were rooms set up like the laboratories on the oil rig. “At least until my video has circulated.”
“Of?”
He smiled. “You’ll see. Now, help them bring in Lydia and let’s get started on this formula.”