A dry smile crossed Schiml's face. "Particularly the setup in the
filing room," he said softly. "I thought I'd find you here. Blackie
said you'd just stepped out for a short walk, so we just took a guess."
The doctor's eyes hardened sharply on Jeff's face. "And all dressed up
like a doctor, too."
He stepped across the room, jerked the cap from Jeff's head, snapped
the string to the gown with a sharp swipe of his hand. "We don't do
this around here," he said, his voice cutting like a razor. "Doctors
wear these, nobody else. Got that straight? We also do not wander
around breaking into filing rooms, just looking at the setup. If the
guards had caught you at it, you wouldn't be alive right now--which
would have been a dirty shame, since we have plans for you." He jerked
his thumb toward the door. "After you, Jeff. We've got some work to do
tonight."
Jeff moved out into the hall, took up beside the tall doctor as he
started back for the escalator. "You weren't serious about testing me
tonight, surely."