Killer Thrillers Box Set: 3 Techno-Thriller, Action/Adventure Science Fiction Thrillers (103 page)

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“Geez,” Ben said. “You didn’t test it for rabies or anything.”
 

“Rabies is the least of your worries,” Julie answered, focusing on holding the syringe straight. “Besides, I doubt that would be the problem with these needles. God knows how long they’ve been here.” As a sort of flourish, she blew on the latex band and the syringe that was plunged into the vein. A thin veil of dust sprung from their surfaces, causing all three to blink and look away.
 

“Ah, right. Seems perfectly safe.”
 

She shushed him, then withdrew the syringe slowly from his arm.
 

“How much do you need? Seems like overkill,” Malcolm said.
 

“I don’t know how many units are left inside the bloodstream or if we’ll be able to see it at all. Plus, the virus is wearing off, as we saw earlier. I may not have time to extract more later, since the units might be working their way out.”
 

She placed the cap on the syringe chamber and loaded another. This one, she stuck into her own arm, not bothering to check for a vein or tie off her upper arm.
 

“Units?” Ben asked.
 

“Like chickenpox,” she answered.

Malcolm and Ben still didn’t understand.
 

“I’m developing a hypothesis about it, but it’s pretty simple. Imagine a kid has chickenpox — the
varicella zoster
virus — and has a birthday party. Some kid comes to the birthday party and gives the birthday boy one unit of the virus. That unit multiplies — as viruses do — to a certain point, until the virus has physically manifested itself in the host’s body.”
 

“Little red bumps all over his skin.”
 

“Yes, exactly. But that’s it. It doesn’t ever really get worse than the bumps, though as you might remember, those bumps are bad enough. The virus has reached its ‘critical mass’ in the kid’s system. The units have reached their maximum exposure ratio, and they won’t — can’t — proliferate any more. But he’s still very contagious, too. Since the virus is at critical mass, every kid who comes over will probably get it, right?”

“Unless they’ve already had it,” Malcolm said.

“And then they’ll do the oatmeal baths and stuff and eventually the virus goes away,” Ben added.
 

 
Julie nodded, removed the full syringe from her arm, and continued. “Well, this virus-bacteria is a bit different. Let’s say the kid was infected with a unit of this…
stuff
. Whatever it is. That one unit would reproduce and multiply into ten units, become contagious, and spread to other people, just like the chickenpox. They’d all get infected, it would grow to ten units in each of them, and they’d all be contagious — but still alive.”
 

“So far, so good,” Ben said. “Except for the life-threatening rash.”
 

“But, if the kid is infected with
more
than ten units initially, it’s over. He’s quarantined, but the effect is devastating — the virus is too much for the body to handle and will begin to shut down."

“The body can’t handle more than ten units?” Malcolmasked.
 

“Well, ten is an arbitrary number, but in this scenario, yes. Whatever number of units our virus needs to reach critical mass is the amount of virus that can ‘safely’ infect a person. Anything over that, and the host dies. Below that —”

“And it reproduces itself up to that number but doesn’t go over,” Ben finished.

Julie nodded. “That’s my hypothesis. After that, the virus naturally works its way out of the host’s system, rendering them immune to further attack.”

Ben and Malcolm thought about this a moment. It made sense — hypothetical or not — and both men nodded their approval.
 

“I’m guessing that whenever we were exposed to the disease, it was only a small amount,” Ben said. “Less than critical mass. It’s run its course and is now working its way out.”
 

They heard the laboratory door slam shut, and all three turned to look. A tall, thin man stepped into view, smiling. “That’s exactly right, Mr. Bennett. What a precise deduction.”

“Benjamin?” Julie asked, jumping up from her perch near the table and microscope. “What — how are you here?”
 

“I was already on the way,” he responded, coming closer to them. “When I called, I was already in the area. I thought I’d check in with you in person, since our tech communication seems to be consistently ineffective.”
 

Julie didn’t respond.

“Don’t worry, Julie. Ben —” he turned to look at the third man in the room, hesitated for a split second, and frowned. “Mr. — I’m sorry, I don’t believe we’ve met.” Benjamin Stephens walked over to Malcolm and stretched out his hand.
 

“Dr., actually. Dr. Malcolm Fischer.”

“Right.
Dr.
Fischer. My apologies.” Stephens had the room completely focused on him, and he savored the moment. “Sorry for my intrusion. As I mentioned, I merely came to help. Julie, what can I do?”
 

Julie thought about it for a few seconds. “You agreed with Ben when you walked in. Why? What do you know about the virus?”
 

“Well, for starters, as I’m sure you’ve already discovered, it’s not actually a
virus
. Or, to be specific, it’s not
only
a virus.”
 

“We’re past that already, Stephens,” Julie said. “How
do you know that?”
 

“Julie, my job is to collate and organize information. Every disease prevention authority in the country is working on the same thing you are. I saw a report yesterday that confirmed your theory of a viral-bacterial strain.”
 

Stephens had stopped in front of a square table in the center of the room. He pulled out a folding chair from beneath it and sat down. He placed his arms on top of the table as he spoke.
Trying to appear submissive,
Ben noticed.
 

“I also found out where the strain originated.”
 

At these words, Malcolm stepped toward him, then halted.
 

“The virus is the byproduct of an ancient extinct plant that was found inside Native American baskets in a Canadian cave. An unlucky Russian expedition found it and thus became the virus’s first modern casualties.”
 

“Who told you that?” Malcolm asked, his voice low, almost a whisper. Ben reached out and held the man’s shoulder.
 

“Again, it’s just some of the information that’s come across my desk.” Stephens turned and looked directly at Julie. “Julie, that’s why I’m here. I’ve been sending this stuff to you for days, but I know you haven’t been getting it.”
 

She shook her head.
 

“I sent it up to a lab, and they’ve been processing it with the CDC as well. From what we can tell, someone found that original strain, put some sort of protective ‘shell’ around it, and created the ‘super virus’ we’re now dealing with.”

Stephens stood up, and Julie saw Ben cross his arms.
 

“But like I said, I couldn’t get through to you. It seems like Brown found some sort of redirect on my account, but he didn’t set it up. Maybe Livingston —”

“Livingston’s dead,” Julie said.
 

Stephens was about to continue, but Julie’s words stopped him in his tracks. “Excuse me?”
 

“Livingston,” Julie repeated. “He’s dead.”

“But…”
 

“They found him at his home, in his office. Suicide.”
 

Stephens’ face seemed to scrunch a bit around the eyes, for the briefest amount of time. But as soon as Julie noticed it, it disappeared. She must have taken him by surprise.
 

“You — you can’t be serious,” he said.
 

“Stephens, I wouldn’t joke about this. You know that.” She turned to watch Ben’s and Malcolm’s reactions. Both men stood still, stoically gazing toward Stephens. They were watching his reaction
,
she realized.
 

Stephens seemed to falter a bit, taking a step back. He grabbed the corner of a table and steadied himself. “But… but that…” his voice trailed off.
 

“Stephens.” Julie’s voice was strained, but she tried to pull him back in. “Benjamin. I know it’s insane, but we
have
to keep moving forward.”
 

He nodded.
 

“Can you tell us the rest? What else do you know about the virus?”

He swallowed, but began to speak. “Well, as you already know, our organization isn’t exactly swift when it comes to handling crises, but there have been a few departments that have had a little success modeling the strain and calculating its progression.” He walked back to the chair and sat back down at the table. Julie found a bottle of water and brought it over to him.
 

“They found out that the agent works by infecting the bloodstream, but also the air around its host. It sort of ‘festers’ inside the host, releasing particulates through the skin — likely the reason we see a physical manifestation in the outer epidermis.”
 

“The rashes and boils,” Julie said.
 

“Right. So it spreads to a human host through the air — it doesn’t need direct contact with blood or fluids, just time and close proximity. Once it’s in the bloodstream, it moves to the internal organs, where it proliferates and reaches viral titre for contagion.”

“What’s viral titre?” Malcolm asked.

“Viral load. It’s like a concentration of the actual virus. The point at which the virus will infect enough cells to become contagious.”
 

“The critical mass,” Julie added, explaining it to the two men standing next to her.

“Exactly. The lab reported that anything below around 8,000 copies per milliliter of the virus is considered below the danger line. Above it, the host can’t contain the virus in its own body, and the strain tries to jump to another host within range. If it doesn’t jump and proliferate there, the initial host’s systems will shut down. If it
can
jump, it will, causing the titre to drop by half in both hosts.”
 

“Does proliferation continue from there?” Julie asked.

“It does, but only to that magic line of viral load — somewhere around 8,000 copies. If the load is higher than 16,000 when it jumps, though, both hosts have a concentration of higher than 8,000 cpm. The virus will continue to spread inside their systems, consuming cells and antibodies mainly, but also overloading vital organs.”
 

“So the answer is to find a
third
host?” Malcolm asked. Ben was nodding along, trying to piece it together as Stephens explained.
 

“Right. And then a fourth, fifth, and on, until the virus has equally spread through these hosts and the titre count drops below 8,000 in each.”
 

“What happens then?”
 

“We don’t know,” Stephens said. “But it dies on its own, somehow. Initial tests have shown that it starts to clear up within a day or two, and works its way completely out an infected host within a week.”
 

“Ok, so we don’t have an antidote for it, yet. But we know that it goes away on its own?”
 

Stephens nodded. “It does, but like I said, only when the concentration in the host is low enough. Under load, it will increase to the point of becoming contagious to others, but then stop, immunizing the host.” His eyes flicked to Malcolm. “
Over
the viral load, however, and it will completely destroy the host’s internal system.”

“That’s good news, Stephens,” Ben said. “But we’re running out of time. This thing’s spreading around the country, and it’s not slowing down. Plus —”

“The bomb,” Julie finished.
 

“Right,” Stephens said, nodding. “The bomb. Any ideas as to where it is?”

“No, not yet.”

“Okay, well I can help. Julie, why don’t you and I —”

“You’re not going anywhere with her,” Ben said, stepping forward.
 

“Excuse me?”
 

“You’re not leaving.” Ben said again.

“Ben,” Julie said, coming up alongside him. “What’s the deal?”
 

Stephens stood up from the chair again, frowning. He looked at Ben, scrutinizing him.
 

Before he could react, Ben took another step forward and punched Stephens in the gut, hard. Stephens doubled over, trying to catch his breath.
 

“Ben!” Malcolm ran toward him, but Ben held up his arm to halt his approach.

“Stop — let me deal with this.” He turned back to Stephens. “What else do you do, Stephens?”
 

“Wh — what are you talking about?”
 

“You know
exactly
what I’m talking about. Who are you working with?”
 

Julie became panicked as she looked between the two men standing in front of her. “Ben, wait, just —”
 

Ben grabbed Stephens under the chin and hoisted him up straight. He delivered another blow to the man’s side. “It’s not just that you were suspicious to me from the beginning,” he said. “You came in here, somehow finding the road without, apparently, outside help. These back roads aren’t on
any
map, and we’ve specifically removed them from GPS data feeds to make sure wandering tourists don’t end up finding a back entrance to the park.”
 

Julie watched the exchange, mouth agape.
 

“I — it was the IT… Randall. He got me here. He helped me find —”

“That’s not true,” Julie said. Ben looked at her, surprised. “Randy didn’t even know we were coming here. I didn’t tell him where we were going, and even if he tried to track me through my phone somehow, he wouldn’t be able to do in time to send you our coordinates until we were
here
. You showed up
minutes
after we arrived, Stephens.”
 

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