Susan’s race: She ran faster than she could remember and didn’t stop when impaled by small, sharp branches or pygmy date palm spikes. Susan couldn’t be sure how long it would take the search team to come hunting her. The five-mile sprint back to her black Toyota Prius flashed by in a breath.

The guards found General Gabriel Betsinger, MD, recovering from his assailant’s pistol-whipping on the lab floor. The sound of her voice created an itch floating behind his slight concussion.