The pharmacy door burst open with a deafening crack. Smoke grenades hissed across the floor, spewing thick, choking clouds. The scent of burning chemicals clung to the air as the fog swallowed the room.
Nathan and Morrison moved as one, slicing into the haze, guns raised, eyes narrowed.
"Federal agents!" Morrison's voice cut through the smothering gray. "Hands where we can see them!"
Shadows danced in the fog, three figures in pale blue scrubs shifting between the storage racks. The closest figure hunched over a briefcase-sized container; its surface stamped with a biohazard warning.
Nathan took a step closer, finger tight against the trigger. "Back away from the case! Now!"
The figure snapped the latch on the case with a sharp click.
"Drop it! Now!"
