"I see." There was a brief pause, and Sergei shook his head, lips pressing together. He stood fully, aggressively working a kink from his neck. The earlier weakness was gone, probably some kind of reaction to whatever drugs had been used to clear the paralyzing drugs from his system.
As always, Spencer had a habit of choosing what to disclose to whom. Except for Sergei, that was. The only reason Sergei Vladimir was here now was because he could be trusted implicitly- far more than the arrogant little whelp before him.
He stabbed two massive fingers in Birkin's direction before letting them fall. "As I recall, you were primarily to blame for that second outbreak." A sneer crossed his face briefly. "Scientists should learn when to sacrifice themselves for the greater glory, not hoard their findings like rats."
His face had taken on its usual lines when disciplining underlings, a habit from his years as a Soviet colonel. It eased slightly, and he looked down at himself.