Matt was vaguely aware that the scientist was speaking. He had located the drawer of equipment for patients after blood drawing: band-aids, cotton patches and hydrogen peroxide. He cleaned up the tiny hole in his arm and sealed a band-aid over it. Satisfied, he examined the two small syringes, now full of blood. Somewhere inside that tiny plastic cylinder was the most dangerous substance he had ever encountered and he couldn't even see it. Matt picked up one of the test tubes, drained the syringe's contents into it and twisted a plastic cap over it. He disregarded the second test tube and decided to instead put a cap over the second needle tip and leave it as it was. 

Checking off the last few boxes on his mental list, Matt grabbed a small bottle of aspirin and slid them into a jacket pocket along with the test tube of blood. He looked up just in time to watch the door be violently removed from its hinges. A large, muscular man stepped confidently into the room. He almost looked like he was smiling. Matt swallowed hard and rotated the needle in his hand, holding it point-down slightly behind his back. This was his Plan B: infect someone else with the virus in his own blood. It would be the least painful and most effective method of getting whatever he wanted, and the syringe contained enough blood to be used on more than one person. The idea of deliberately injecting someone with a lethal virus made him nauseous, but desperate times...

He was snapped back to reality by a gunshot. The sound echoed through the room, momentarily deafening him. Matt grabbed his ears, being careful not to jab himself with the needle, and looked around. Freya had just shot the man in the leg. Where did she get a gun? Matt examined the wounded man and saw an empty holster on his hip. Well. That was an even more effective negotiation tool. The words "I suggest we leave right now" somehow made it to his brain and he nodded, placing a plastic cap over the end of the needle to keep it from poking him. He waited until he was under the door, between cameras, before sliding it into the back of his belt. Hopefully whoever was watching hadn't noticed.