The lead agent, Morrison, was in his fifties with silver hair and the kind of face that had seen too many things to be easily impressed or frightened by threats.
His companions were younger and harder, with the alert wariness of people trained to respond to threats with immediate and overwhelming force.
Morrison's eyes swept the room in a quick assessment, taking in the two hospital beds pushed as close together as possible, the monitors and medical equipment, the bandages visible on both patients, and the way they were holding hands across the gap between beds.
His expression remained professionally neutral, but something flickered in his eyes that might have been recognition of just how close this situation had come to complete disaster.
