“Are you saying… the scientists deliberately gave these people a drug so strong they expected it to kill half the volunteers?” said Happy. “How the hell did they think they would get away with that?”
“You’re not listening,” said Melody. “Yes, under normal circumstances, half the recipients should have died. But what the scientists really expected was that this new drug would keep them alive. By changing them so much they could survive something that would quite definitely kill normal people. LD50 was the final test, the proof that they’d achieved what they thought they’d achieved. I think… whoever was in charge of this project wasn’t too tightly wrapped. They were playing with people’s lives!”
“Okay, I’m thinking illegal, and unethical and Mad Doctors on the loose,” said Happy. “Did the company, did MSI, know they were doing this?”
“Looks like it,” said Melody. “The orders and authority for this last test came straight from the top. But I would have to say, given the results these people were getting, and the scientists’ reactions to what they were seeing… I would have to say they were all most definitely scared shitless. The changes went a lot further, and at a much faster pace, than anyone anticipated.”
“Did it kill them all, in the end?” said Happy. “Is that what happened to the test volunteers? The scientists panicked, and had to dispose of the bodies?”
“Unfortunately, no,” said Melody. “The test subjects survived. And changed. There’s nothing here on what they became, but it couldn’t have been anything good.”
“Is there anything there on which patients had the placebos?” said Happy. “I mean, they wouldn’t have gone through any changes. Could they still be here, somewhere?”
“There were no placebos,” said Melody. “They didn’t care about rigorous scientific procedures, they wanted as many affected test subjects as possible.”
“But that’s…”
“Unethical? Illegal? No-one here gave a damn about any of that, Happy. They thought the company was big enough, and powerful enough, that they didn’t have to care about things like that. Which meant this was never a legal test of a legal drug, for legal purposes. MSI was after bigger fish.”
“Superhumans,” said Happy. “For the Military, or Intelligence, or maybe for themselves.”
“Might help to explain why there was such a fight over jurisdiction once it all went wrong,” said Melody. “But it doesn’t explain why MSI asked for us, specifically, to come in and clean up their mess. They must have known we’d find out the truth…”
“Maybe they thought only people with our unique experience would be able to cope with whatever these test subjects have become,” said Happy. He looked quickly about him. “And I wish I had their confidence.”
They all met up again, half-way down the corridor, to share what they’d discovered. There followed a certain amount of raised voices as they tried to figure out what to do next.
“We are not equipped to deal with genetically modified madmen!” said Happy.
“Who is?” said JC. “But we are uniquely suited to dealing with things and situations that fall outside normal parameters.”
“MSI lied,” said Melody. “They must have had some reason for dropping us right into this mess, and I’m pretty sure it’s not a reason any of us would like or approve of. More and more I’m feeling like chum thrown into the water to attract the sharks. We don’t owe MSI anything.”
“We’re not here for them,” said JC. “Patterson sent us in here on behalf of the Carnacki Institute. That means it’s our ball.”
“Patterson didn’t know what was going on in here,” said Happy. “I think we should go back out and talk to him, and the Boss, and see what they have to say.”
“What makes you think we’d be allowed to leave the building?” said JC. A sudden quiet fell over the group as they all thought about that. JC looked around, making sure they’d got the implications. “We’re not alone in here. The shells in the lobby were being directed by someone else. I think it’s in our best interests to find out who-or what-and do something about them, before they figure out a way to do something about us.”
“We can’t cope with something this big on our own!” said Melody. “We need reinforcements! And my equipment!”
“And weapons,” said Happy. “Really big, illegally modified weapons.”
“We can’t wait,” said JC. “We’re moving through unknown territory, and the clock is ticking.”
“Clock?” said Happy. “What clock? No-one said anything about a clock!”
“There’s always a deadline, in cases like this,” JC said easily. “We need to understand what we’re dealing with, before it comes looking for us. Those ghost shells worry me. They don’t seem to have anything to do with the drug trials at all.”
“Ghosts are usually some kind of reminder,” said Kim. “Something from the Past, imprinting itself on the Present. Pushing reality aside to make themselves seen and heard. Either as a recording, or as a manifestation. Those shells… were all that remained of people. But with the personality removed, what reason did they have to remain? Why are they still here? Sorry, I’m thinking aloud…”
“You carry on,” said JC. “You’re making more sense than the rest of us.”
“Somebody is keeping the shells here,” said Kim, nodding thoughtfully to herself. “The men were killed to be made into ghost shells, so they could be… supernatural attack dogs?” She scowled prettily. Her form had become dimmer, almost transparent, as her concentration moved from manifestation to hard thinking. Her feet dipped in and out of the floor as she drifted slowly up and down. “Ghosts continue to exist, to serve some purpose. To pass on a message, to deal with unfinished business like revenge or unrequited love. All rational and emotional needs… but those shells were empty of anything like that. They’d been hollowed out, so someone else could use them. Which means someone-or thing-still in this building has power over life and death.”
“Okay, you’re scaring me now,” said Happy. “Weaponised ghosts? And a hidden evil mastermind behind it all? I hate those.”
“But where could it be hiding?” said Melody. “This building is supposed to be empty.”
“I think… I don’t believe anything we’ve been told about Chimera House,” said JC. “I think someone is still here, someone-and I do believe it’s a person, not the sort of Thing we sometimes deal with-with their own agenda, and their own purpose for these unethical and highly illegal drug trials. So we are going to find them, dispense vicious beatings on general principles, and then drag them out of here and find some proper legal authority to hand them over to.”
“But, but, that isn’t the mission!” insisted Happy. “We were sent in here to gather information, not bring evil masterminds to justice.”
“Come on, Happy,” JC said cheerfully. “Where’s your sense of adventure?”
“I had it surgically removed,” Happy said coldly. “It was endangering my life.”
“It’s true,” said Melody. “He did. I’ve got it in ajar at home, on the mantelpiece.”
“Our mission,” said JC, in that calm and entirely reasonable tone he knew drove his companions absolutely batshit, “is to put a stop to what’s happening here. That hasn’t changed. Who’s running this team, Happy?”
“You are,” muttered Happy.
“And why is that?” said JC.
“Because no-one else wants to!” said Melody. “All right, we get it!”
“Good,” said JC. “So stop arguing, suck it in, and soldier on, and I’ll give you a nice sweetie to take away the nasty taste.”
“I don’t take sweeties from strangers,” said Happy. “And God knows, no-one’s stranger than you these days, JC.”
“I am going to change the subject,” said Melody. “Because it’s either that or start hollering and hitting people, and I can always do that later. Probably while shouting I told you so! Have any of you noticed there aren’t any security cameras? Not here in the corridor, or in any of the rooms, not even down in the entrance lobby. Rather unusual, wouldn’t you say, for a company with so many important and highly illegal secrets to protect? Given that they were ready to lock in their test subjects for the night, you’d think they’d at least want to keep an eye on everyone…”