"...On a high note, I happen to possess the command codes to all of deck 13's airlocks, so if anything untoward starts crawling... pfft. Quite a deterrent, that."
It made Sean feel uncomfortable, imagining such a case occuring.
"Well, considering that...But what if something would happen to you?
Wouldn't it make more sense, to share the door codes with your staff, so they could lock down the wing by themselves in case of emergency? In the end, the subjects you are working on are relatively harmful...some perhaps even pestilently.
For example, someone finds out that you are working on gathering information about...that drug. He infiltrates Freeport 10, sneaks into the research wing and you catch him in flagrante delicto. He just draws his gun and shoots you, while being observed by an employee. Now, he or she would hit the alert, but couldn't lock the doors, because he or she isn't in possession of the codes. The security arrives, but the intruder is far gone."
Hundreds of people visit the Freeport everyday. Civilians and criminals likewise. Sean took a glass for himself, filled it with bourbon and took a sip.