Contagious

Chapter 108

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Chelsea felt something. More accurately, she stopped feeling something. It was as if shed had a ringing in her ears, a steady, low noise that had been there so long she didnt even notice it until it vanished.

Chauncey?

No response.

Chelsea felt weak. She sagged to the floor of the Winnebago. What was happening? She couldnt hold the connections. The network flickered in and out, fading.

Blackness replaced her vision.

Chelsea Jewell pa.s.sed out.

Out on the warehouse floor, Ogdens soldiers sagged and lowered themselves to the ground. He felt a blankness, a twofold void, the second one far more powerful than the first.

He sat. A chunk of brick dug into his b.u.t.t. One by one, his men pa.s.sed out as if theyd been ga.s.sed.

The hatchlings didnt seem to notice. They kept building.

Ogden watched them for the final few seconds he remained conscious, hoping they could complete the gate on their own.

Margaret stared at the autopsy rooms flat-panel screen and smiled in grim satisfaction. There were twenty-five squares up there, but only one square held her attention. It showed a side-by-side picture of a crawler and one of the pollen pieces that looked like a fluffy dandelion seed.

A caption at the top of that square read LATRUNCULIN A. A toxin produced by a group of sponges found in the Red Sea that disrupted filaments of the cytoskeleton. Amazing to think that might make the difference in this battle, that one word, latrunculin.

She loved that word.

Because below that word she watched both alien structures dissolve into smaller and smaller bits. The crawlers long, firm, musclelike strands twitched, then seemed to morph into slack, lifeless little sacks of fluid.

The dandelion seed was even more entertainingthe latrunculin made the stiff structure break apart, crumble and liquefy.

Ive got you, motherf.u.c.ker, Margaret whispered.

She had never really wanted to kill anything before. She stopped disease because that was how you saved lives. This was different. She wanted the disease dead, all of itcrawlers, dandelion seeds, triangles and hatchlings. She wanted to kill every last bit of it, in as painful a way as possible. Watching those things break apart on the screen filled her soul with a dark satisfaction.

She wondered if this was what Perry felt when he killed an infected host.

Hey Margaret, Dan called. Did you do something to the samples?

Yeah, Margaret said without looking away from the sheer beauty of a dead crawler. I gave them a nice latrunculin bath and killed them.

No, not that one, Dan said. I mean all of them.

She stepped back and took in the whole screen. In all twenty-five side-by-side samples, nothing moved. Theyd successfully killed many of the crawlers, but until a few seconds ago over half the boxes had still shown activity. Now, no movement at all.

Gitsh, Margaret said, check this monitor. Is it frozen or something?

Gitsh looked at the screen, then moved to the computer that fed the images. As he checked it, Margarets eyes slid over the twenty-five test pairs. Each had a word across the top. Words in red indicated no effect on the crawlers. Words in green showed successful kills.

Chlorine killed them, and in far lower concentrations than the Margo-Mobiles decontamination mist. In fact, basic bleach killed them instantly.

That was great for sterilization but didnt do much for a living victim. Antibiotics, unfortunately, had no effect, and Sanchezs immune system completely ignored the things.

Reducing the temperature did nothingfreezing them might work, but that would also kill the host. Heat at two hundred degrees Fahrenheit or higher killed them, but that wasnt a solution either, as those temperatures would also kill the host. Heat did, however, provide another way to decontaminate any area exposed to the dandelion-seed spores.

The picture is live, Gitsh said. To punctuate the point, he changed the screen from twenty-five small squares to one big square containing a nerve crawler. He slid a needle into the sample. Up on the screen, she saw the needle magnified thousands of times. It looked like a giant sword poking into a hydra.

Huh, Margaret said. Its like they just shut off.

They quit, Dan said. They have seen the new Mightily p.i.s.sed-Off Margaret, and they threw in the towel.

Suddenly, Clarences voice crackled in her earpiece, anxious and rushed. Margo! Murray found the satellite! They just launched an attack, and they think they got it.

Oh my, Margaret said. So thats why Murray had been in such a hurry.

When? Like two minutes ago?

Yeah, exactly.

The samples, they shut down, Margaret said. Even at the smallest level, they must have been controlled by the thing. Is there any effect on Sanchez?

Hes out cold, Clarence said. He was babbling incoherently, then started getting groggy and just dropped off. Hes snoring.

Margaret didnt know what to think. The crawlers sudden shutdown, Sanchez falling asleep, both things coinciding with the satellites destruction. Could it all be over?

No. It wasnt all over. She knew that.

Dan, how much latrunculin do we have?

Plenty, if its just Sanchez, Dan said. If we need more, the supplier could medevac it right to us.

Lets see if it works first. Start an IV drip of latrunculin on Officer Sanchez. Im not going to get caught with my pants down. These things might reactivate at any second.

But latrunculin is toxic as h.e.l.l, Dan said. We give Sanchez too much, he could lose the ability to breath, his heart could stop. Shouldnt we wait to see if these things are really dead?

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