The door of the control room opened, letting in the guard who had stationed in front of it until then.
He had just talked to the J-SEC officer who arrived before the door and had a black bag at his feet.
"Vincent?" He hailed Corporal Chapuy. "We have a J-SEC officer who wants to talk to Dearing. He said it was about the breaking and entering in the labs."
"Did you searched him?"
"Yes. He just has a gym bag with him, containing a paintball gun, empty of course, and a balaclava."
"It's the one tasked with investigating about the intrusion in Wu's office," Harriman said as he heard them. "It would be wise to let him in."
Corporal Chapuy did not object and the officer was allowed in with the bag.
"Where did you found that bag?" Dearing questioned while the guards were emptying the bag and looking at the items it contained.
"In the bushes under the eastern facade of the Discovery Center. Since I had a break time, I returned there to resume my investigation. I was outside when the shooting between the guards and Torres' men broke out. I hid among the bushes I mentioned and that's when I found the bag," he related. "I think our spy threw it out of a window."
"The spy? But it's Robert, one of the geneticists!" Dearing stated. "Your colleague has already solved this intrigue my dear, sorry."
"The issue is that, according to the other geneticists, he was with them during the pterosaur attack," Harriman told her. "He couldn't have broken into Wu's office. And he doesn't play paintball."
"What, you're suggesting that other spies are on the loose?"
"You must be aware that with the disaster, all the competition had reactivated its sleeper agents, playing the scavengers before the island and everything it houses is purified by the Sibo's flames, bombed, or sunk in the ocean by Poseidon himself," Cruthers said.
Dearing sighed.
"Burroughs, Nest of Spies. It would be a nice title for a movie," she said in a low voice.
"So it seems that this other spy is a paintball player, it's better than nothing," Zach recapitulated from his corner.
"The problem buddy is that paintball was one of the local sports on this island," Cruthers retorted. "Games were frequently organized and there was even a tournament each year. There were a certain number of teams, two from the grey guards, two from the J-SEC, one from the keepers and even one from the Administration. Vivian, Zara, Neil and I were part of it. We have a list of suspects as long as my arm and this even if we remove the guards and all the players among the control room's staff."
"And we cannot ask the folks from CSI to come here and take DNA samples or anything like this. Unfortunately, I think that this investigation is coming to a standstill for the moment," Dearing concluded before thanking the officer.
The latter nodded and left the room.
"Did you learned anything from the geneticists?" Dearing asked Corporal Chapuy.
"Nothing new. They claims that Wu was unclear about some of the Indominus' information even with them. I'm afraid he took his secrets with him."
"And Hoskins?" Sembène reminded them. "If the Indominus turns out to be a project destined for the military-industrial complex, he was certainly involved. He must be in possession of vital information."
"They didn't find his body in the wrecked hummer," Grady declared. "The lardass must be somewhere in the southern part of the Reserve and he doesn't want to be found because he know very well what will happen to him."
