Until the Dawn, page 19
* * *
Melissa woke up later that night, certain she had heard something. After her shift ended she and Greg had cooked another delicious dinner together. They were both getting better and better at the cooking process and eating more than she usually did had left her particularly drowsy. Promptly at 10:00 p.m. she had turned out the lights and slept soundly until a series of voices had awakened her.
The clock next to her bed read 1:28 a.m. as she got up and searched the small apartment. She didn't find anything and moved to the door, opening it and taking a quick peek outside to see if anyone had been passing by. The corridor was completely empty and silent except for the soft hum of the moving sidewalks that divided the center of the walkway.
"It's okay, Melissa, no one is going to hurt you," someone said from behind her. She whirled in surprise and the door slid closed.
"Christopher, how did you get here?" she asked, staring in pure shock at her oldest brother. Behind him stood her other two siblings, Brian and Samantha. All three of them were smiling at her and she found the experience extremely profound. "Obviously I'm dreaming," she said shyly, moving back toward her bed.
"No, you're not," Brian said, stepping forward and taking her hand. She wasn't sure how to react and simply stood there quietly, absolutely stunned.
"We wanted to stop by and let you know that everything is going to be okay," Christopher said, putting his arm around her shoulder. Samantha also approached and gave her a warm hug. "You're going through a tough time right now but things will work out – they always do."
"How did you get here?" she asked carefully. "I'm either dreaming or this is a hallucination of some sort, that's for certain."
"We came because you needed us," Samantha stated. "We knew that never seeing us again would be devastating to you, so we've come to say goodbye and give you one last word of encouragement. You're such a compassionate and generous person… we predict only great things waiting for you in the future."
Melissa deliberately lowered her head and walked past them. She opened the door to her quarters and entered the dimly lit corridor outside. The two walkways continued to hum, their speed considerably slower during the night time, each moving in a different direction away from her. She carefully found a break between the hand rails and stepped on the reinforced, stationary frame in their center and then across to the other side of the corridor. Her hand was shaking, but she managed to activate the nearest door chime and waited patiently, knowing it was very early in the morning to be out and wandering about.
"Who is it?" someone asked sleepily from the other side of the door.
"It's Melissa from across the hall," she said. "I'm sorry to disturb you but I have a bit of an emergency this morning."
The door in front of her slid open and she stood face to face with Nell Hansen, Dr. Marcus's administrative assistant from the Observatory. Nell was dressed in her nightwear and also looked very sleepy and disoriented. "What's the matter, Melissa?" she asked carefully.
"Could you come with me please?" Melissa asked. "I heard someone in my quarters and I'm not sure yet just what's going on."
"Okay," Nell replied and they both proceeded to cross the moving sidewalks to Melissa's side of the walkway. Melissa opened the door to her quarters and activated the lights inside. She entered the room and carefully looked around, noting quickly that her brothers and sister were nowhere to be found. Curious, Nell followed her inside, also surveying the spacious apartment.
"Do you see anyone in here?" Melissa asked, walking into the kitchen area.
"No," Nell replied cautiously, glancing from the living area to the bedroom. "Are you sure you heard a person, or could it have been some kind of noise that woke you up?"
"Truthfully, I have no idea what it was," Melissa said, frowning. "But someone definitely woke me up – that's for certain." She thanked Nell for coming and sent her back to her room, then sat down on the bed and waited quietly. Fifteen minutes later she had still heard nothing and cautiously laid down and fell back asleep. She still suspected she might have been dreaming, but was very tired and decided that solving the mystery would have to wait until morning.
She left the blankets crumpled at the foot of the bed, feeling so unusually warm that she was actually sweating.
Scaredy Cat
UNTIL THE DAWN
Chapter XI: Scaredy Cat
* * *
Promptly at 6:30 a.m. the next morning Captain Norris entered the Medical Ward as requested. He found Dr. Simon in one of the examination rooms visiting with Melissa. William put on his best smile as he walked through the door. "Good morning ladies," he said charmingly, winking at Melissa. "Aren't you on duty in a few minutes, Lt. Hastings?"
"Yes," she replied, smirking a bit at his early morning enthusiasm.
"Melissa is one of a dozen people in the past couple of days to complain to me about hallucinations," Cassie said rather straightforwardly, deciding not to waste any time with the normal pleasantries. "I ran a couple of tests on her and they all came back negative," she continued, holding up Melissa's left arm. "Then we noticed these." She pointed to a series of a dozen or so dark red blotches on the underside of the Lieutenant's arm, just below the elbow.
"Now what in the hell would those be?" William asked curiously.
"I don't know… yet," admitted Cassie, frustrated. "The other people who reported seeing abnormal things also had these spots, mostly on their hands and arms" she confirmed. "And the level of infection so far seems to be at its highest down below… on passenger deck four."
William frowned deeply. "We've got a contamination breach," he said, becoming concerned. "Something unknown got above the hangar bay quarantines and into the ship." He quickly tapped a series of numbers into the nearest Comm-link. "Norris to Mathison, please respond." There was a short pause, and William idly wondered if the farming and ranching specialist was even out of bed yet.
"This is Mathison, what can I do for you, sir?"
"Jeff, I hate to bother you this early in the morning but some of our people are showing odd symptoms that preliminarily indicate some sort of unknown biological agent has come aboard the Waywardsman. It's quite probable that we have some kind of contamination leak on the passenger decks. Please engage a quarantine lock on the Garden and Livestock wings until further notice." He paused, mentally reviewing the options one more time. "Most of the passengers may complain a bit when they can't go sightseeing as usual, but we can't take any chances."
"Acknowledged," came the quick reply.
"I'll have Aaron check in with you later when we know more," William decided. He closed down the link, noting that Cassie was already shaking her head.
"Whatever it is it's all over the ship by now," she said firmly. "It's apparently something that's both airborne and passed along by touch. Since historically only a small percentage of the people who actually have symptoms will actually contact me to ask questions, I think we've already got a reasonable-sized problem on our hands."
"Particularly when a lot of those people will be handling duty shifts in key positions," William commented. "Do you have any idea where it came from?"
She nodded in response. "We're set up to monitor these types of things so it's a piece of cake to track down," she told him, pointing to two nearby microscopes. William glanced into the view finder of the first one and closely studied a series of enlarged cell samples.
"The long reddish stringy things that are poking into the cells are the cause of the problem, I take it," he said.
"That's right," said Cassie. "You're looking at a skin sample I took from Melissa." She motioned to the second microscope and William moved slightly to take a look at its sample. This time he was looking at a magnified view of a bunch of multi-sized dark particles. Mixed among them were the same long 'stringy things'.
"And this would be…?" he wondered.
"That is a sample I took from one of the air filters on deck four," she said. "All of the filters we use vary in density at predetermined points in our ventilation system so that each catches different types of airborne debris. This is part of one of the more finely weaved sets that are currently in use."
"What are those dark particles?" Melissa asked after taking a quick look into both microscopes.
In reply, Cassie walked over to the sink next to the examination table and picked up a large, porous piece of foam.
"This is part of one of the filters we replaced on deck four," she said, holding it up for emphasis. She moved a cigarette lighter under it and – as soon as she lit the flame – the filter quickly disappeared in a cloud of fire. A large popping sound and a cloud of black smoke temporarily filled the room. An overhead fire alarm began clanging but Cassie quickly shut it off from a work station mounted on her work table next to the microscopes. "That is supposed to be a fire proof filter," she pointed out informatively.
"That's dust… mineral dust from fuel ore," William growled, shaking his head. He walked over to the Comm-link and tapped in a different number this time.
"This is Colonel Murray Emerson," was the quick response from its speaker. "What can I do for you, Captain Norris?"
"Get your marines out of bed, Colonel," William ordered. "We've got a bomb maker on the ship, quite probably located on deck four."
"We're on our way," Emerson replied resolutely.
* * *
Less than an hour later William sat patiently waiting in the office area that connected to the Waywardsman's brig. The ship didn't have a large prisoner control system, but it did have a standard jail. He was nursing the remnants of his morning cup of coffee when Colonel Emerson walked in, closely followed by two marines and a handcuffed civilian. The marines kicked the prisoner's legs out from under him and dropped him sharply onto his knees.
"You can't legally do this!" the man insisted, trying to stand up. The marines placed the butts of their rifles on his shoulders and forced him back down. "You had no right to enter my quarters without a warrant… I want to see a lawyer!"
"His name is Peter Wrangler, part of your hangar crew," Emerson said, tossing the man's security tag on the desk in front of Norris. "Whether he's a Brotherhood lover or not is a question that I can't answer right now." He looked down at Wrangler and said with unconcealed hostility, "but I'm looking forward to the chance to find out for you, Captain."
Norris casually gave Peter the once over. He was a tall, average-looking Caucasian fellow with straight blonde hair. There was just a trace of sandy brown mixed in with the blonde. What was unusual – and immediately obvious – were the darkening reddish-blue blotches on both of his cheeks. Murray angrily grabbed the man's jaw and barked an order. Peter immediately opened his mouth in response. Additional darker bruises were readily visible on his tongue and the insides of his cheeks. There were also spots running along the length of both of his arms and neck as well, but it was apparent even without a doctor that his face was the most seriously infected part of his body and in need of immediate treatment.
"Well, I think it's obvious how he got the fuel ore back to his quarters," Norris commented wryly. "You would be our undercover Brotherhood follower, I take it?"
"Brotherhood?" Wrangler said suspiciously. "What are you talking about? I'm a loyal hangar bay worker… the Brotherhood is a merciless organization that destroyed our planet."
"Really," Colonel Emerson commented. "Your role as a Brotherhood spy would explain how a panicking weasel like you can pick up one of my marines and physically throw him from your living room into your kitchen." Wrangler looked down at the floor and said nothing.
"What do your Brotherhood friends want you to accomplish on the Waywardsman?" Norris asked, slowly rising to his feet. "Other than blowing up things, that is."
Wrangler's face reddened and he took a couple of panicked breaths. "I swear I didn't know what they were going to do," he said, sobbing uncontrollably. "I didn't know they were going to try and kill everyone Earth. Good God, I didn't."
Norris's right cross caught him by surprise and laid Wrangler flat out on his back. Gasping in pain and surprise he laid there for a moment before scrambling back to his feet. The two marines behind him forced him back to his knees. Blood was trickling from his nose and mouth as the Captain grabbed him firmly by the collar of his shirt.
"That was for trying to build a bomb on my ship," he said fiercely. "If you'd like, I'll administer the penalty for deliberately violating quarantine protocol next, and after that we can proceed directly to the part where we exact penance for what your people did to mine!"
"No, please… that won't be necessary," Wrangler decided. "I was assigned to infiltrate your project and find out as much as I could about the new CAS Drive. I didn't know the attack on Earth was coming… but when you killed so many of my people during the encounter with the warship, I considered making the bomb as part of my plan for revenge."
"Considered?" Colonel Emerson commented, holding up a paper envelope filled with dark black mineral dust. "You had a really serious bomb-making factory set up there in your quarters."
"Last night… I know you won't believe me…" Wrangler said, trying to talk between fits of crying. "I had a vision… an evil vision and decided not to use the explosive." Tears were streaming down his red-spotted cheeks and he looked Norris directly in the eyes. "The Devil himself marked me – look at what the evil one did to me! I've been physically labeled a killer before I even committed the act. Everywhere I go…" Again a fit of sobbing overtook him, and he put his head in his hands and continued crying.
"You may not have actually killed anyone yourself yet but your organization as a whole has certainly bloodied its hands," William noted angrily. "Not to mention the fact that you've hidden your true identity all this time while conducting covert espionage for the Brotherhood. Then there's this fuel ore incident, which you knowingly broke our quarantine procedures to accomplish… God only knows what." William shook his head furiously and then threw Wrangler's security pass at him. "I don't think I can emphasize that part enough – you put the entire crew at risk of infection by an unknown pathogen! We haven't needed a court system yet on the Waywardsman but I'm sure that we can get the process going as soon as you want your lawyer." He drew back his fist again and Wrangler ducked away. "That is, if we can find a lawyer to defend you whose family hasn't been killed by your buddies back home. I think there will be plenty of bias present during a trial no matter how many precautions we take. The actions of your Brotherhood have made certain of that."
Peter Wrangler sobbed uncontrollably for a few minutes and then struggled to gain control of his crying. He took a couple of deep breaths and glanced over at Colonel Emerson before promptly breaking down into tears again. "Just kill me and get it over with, will you?" he begged. "I never truly knew who I was, but ever since this ship left our home so far behind something is different. It's agony being away from home, and if I can't go back then just kill me and be done with it."
"How many other Brotherhood agents are on board the Waywardsman?" Emerson asked.
"None… this was a top-secret project. Do you know how long it took them just to get me assigned to your hangar crew?" Wrangler asked. There was a long pause as William thought things over, throughout which Peter continued to cry uncontrollably while still on his knees in front of Colonel Emerson's marines. Norris sat back down at the desk and casually put his feet up.
"This is what you're going to do for us…" the Captain said slowly. "You're going to the Medical Ward, where Dr. Simon and her colleagues are going to test you, study you, and do whatever the hell else they need to in order to find a cure for this illness your stupidity has spread amongst the crew." His gaze caught and controlled the fear growing in Wrangler's eyes. "After that you're coming back here to jail. You will, as needed, continue to cooperate with the Medical team for as long as they deem necessary so that we can learn all we need to regarding the genetic enhancements that have been applied to your people."
"Supposing I refuse your offer," Wrangler objected. "I do have rights under your government's laws, even if I was born outside the Continental U.S. My ancestry is Eastern European, but I have citizenship status…"
"Your friends destroyed your rights when they started their war and blew up the Earth!" Norris shouted, pulling his feet down sharply. His expression contorted with barely controlled rage. "We've been out here looking for quite some time now, and we still haven't found anything close to matching it. You miss home? Well then, why the devil did this freaking Brotherhood destroy it?"
"I have the right to refuse to participate in medical experimentation," persisted Wrangler.
"Yes you do, in which case I'm prepared to drop all charges against you," Norris snapped back at him.
"Drop… all charges? I don't understand…" Wrangler said, confused. He glanced apprehensively toward Murray.
"That's right, Peter. If you don't cooperate with our medical team I'm going to drop the charges against you and have you reassigned to work among the civilian members of the crew." He pointed at the armed marines standing behind them. "Without the military protection, of course. We need them to keep the key areas of the ship secure from people like you." The Captain paused again, smiling as he let Wrangler think the matter over. "I wonder how all those civilians will treat you when they find out who you are and why you're here. I seriously doubt they'll grant your wish and kill you right away. Maybe eventually, after they're done with you…"
