Grant knocked on the door near the top floor of the Justice building. He put his thumb on the biometric lock with the usual twinge of fear. If he didn't clear, the lock would send enough electricity through him to kill him on the spot. Grant didn't like the idea of dying. The door opened and he walked through one room and into the next. He'd stopped noticing the crude appearance of the room. All he cared about was the thin figure attached to countless wires and tubes reclining on the ...