The Indestructibles (Book 2): Breakout by Matthew Phillion

why we're here," Jane said. "Figured we could help."
          Prevention raised an eyebrow.
          "Got any leads? Something you can give us to point us in the right direction?"
          "No," Kate said.
          "We're doing what we can," Jane said.
          Emily, who had been hanging back until now, chimed in.
          "Clearly it's a targeted sentient virus," Emily said. "It's spread through ticks and kissing. You're in terrible danger."
          "We haven't met yet," Prevention said. "I'm Agent Prevention."
          "I'm Double O Stop That."
          Billy snorted.
          "Em," Jane said.
          "She knows who I am. I'm famous."
          "That's true enough," Prevention said. "And you're Dancer."
          Kate grunted.
          "Well," Prevention said. "It was almost nice to meet you. I'm going to have to ask you to leave, though. Sanctioned personnel only on site."
          "We might be able to help," Jane said.
          "Sorry, not my call," Prevention said. "The Department is only here in an advisory capacity. The CDC is in charge right now. You'll have to talk to them if you want to get inside. Unless you have some information you think might help us figure out what's going on."
          Jane gave Prevention a blank look.
          "If we find anything, we'll be in touch."
          "Okay then," Prevention said. "I've got to get back to work."
          She turned and walked away briskly, pulling the hood up on her hazmat suit as she got closer to the building.
          "What a delightful human being she's turning out to be," Billy said. "Was Sam the aberration in the Department or have they just decided to hire mean people now?"
          "Speaking of, were you ever able to reach him?" Jane asked.
          "Not for a few days," Billy said.
          "Do me a favor," Jane said. "You two go to his place, make sure he's okay."
          Billy nodded.
          "What are you going to do?" Billy said.
          Jane gestured at the empty space where Kate had been standing previously, and then at the roof of the hospital where a lean figure was clearly breaking into the building.
          "I'm going to wait around in case Kate gets arrested," Jane said.
         
    * * *
     
          It took Kate thirty seconds to scale the building, fifteen seconds to break in through the rooftop access doorway, and five minutes to locate the security office inside the hospital where the security footage was kept. Overall, a disappointing result. I have to be better than this, she thought.
          Unfortunately the security suite was occupied, men in hazmat suits reviewing surveillance video. Kate had assumed this would be the case, though. Which was why she'd stolen a hazmat suit of her own — ninety seconds — and fogged up the inside of the mask enough to hide her identity. Another twenty seconds. She entered the room with a badge she'd palmed off a CDC agent on another floor and informed the men she was with the Department and wanted to look over their shoulder. They obliged her.
          The men ran the footage at a high speed, so the medical staff and patients whizzed around like bugs with too much caffeine in their system. After a while, a pattern emerged. A single figure, slender, gender undetermined, wearing a hat, hiding his or her face. This same person appeared on floor after floor, in unit after unit, subtly at first but then growing more and more erratic, dancing over prone patients on the floor, taunting doctors who couldn't stand up. Kate backed away when she saw him heading to the nursery.
          "I've seen enough," she said.
          The men nodded.
          "Does the Department need a copy of the footage?" one asked.
          "Sure. Have it sent over?"
          "You've got it."
          Kate exited the security suit and saw someone walking down the hallway looking vaguely familiar — one of Prevention's