"That's okay," I said. "It can't be helped now. You just have to buy me a little time."
"And how do I do that?"
I told her. She made a face. "You're kidding! They'll never do that!"
"Of course not. I just need a little time." …
We went around the tank. She filled the test tubes. The liquid that came out was a thick brown slop. It smelled fecal. It looked fecal. Mae said to me, "Are you sure about this?"
"Got to do it," I said. "There's no choice."
"You first."
I picked up the test tube, took a breath, and swallowed it whole. It was disgusting. My stomach heaved. I thought I would vomit, but I didn't. I took another breath, swallowed some water from the gallon jug, and looked at Mae.
"Awful, huh?" she said.
"Awful."
She picked up a test tube, held her nose, and swallowed. I waited through her coughing fit. She managed not to vomit. I gave her the gallon jug, she drank, and poured the rest out onto the floor. Then she filled it with brown slop.
The last thing she did was twist the handle of a big flow valve. "There," she said. "It's going into the system now."
"Okay," I said. I took two test tubes and stuck them in my shirt pocket. I took the gallon jug. It said ARROWHEAD PURE WATER on the label. "See you later." And I hurried off. As I went down the hallway, I figured there was one chance in a hundred that I would succeed. Maybe only one chance in a thousand.
But I had a chance.
Later on, I watched the entire scene on the security camera, so I knew what happened to Mae. She walked into the kitchen, carrying her rack of brown test tubes. The others were all there, eating. Julia gave her a frosty look. Vince ignored her. Ricky said, "What've you got there, Mae?"
"Phage," she said.
"What for?"
Now Julia looked over. Mae said, "It's from the fermentation tank."
"Ew, no wonder it stinks."
"Jack just drank one. He made me drink one."
Ricky snorted. "What'd you do that for? Jeez, I'm surprised you didn't puke."
"I almost did. Jack wants all of you to drink one, too."
Bobby laughed. "Yeah? What for?"
"To make sure none of you is infected."
Ricky frowned. "Infected? What do you mean, infected?"
"Jack says that Charley was harboring the swarm inside his body, so maybe the rest of us are, too. Or some of us. So you drink this virus, and it'll kill the bacteria inside you, and kill the swarm."
Bobby said, "Are you serious? Drink that crap? No way, Mae!"
She turned to Vince.
"Smells like shit to me," Vince said. "Let someone else try it first."
Mae said, "Ricky? You want to be the first?"
Ricky shook his head. "I'm not drinking that. Why should I?"
"Well, for one thing, you'd be assured you weren't infected. And for another, we would be assured, too."
"What do you mean, it's a test?"
Mae shrugged. "That's what Jack thinks."
Julia frowned. She turned to Mae. "Where is Jack now?" she said. "I don't know. The last time I saw him was by the fermentation chambers. I don't know where he is now."
"Yes, you do," Julia said coldly. "You know exactly where he is."
"I don't. He didn't tell me."
"He did tell you. He tells you everything," Julia said. "In fact, you and he planned this little interlude, didn't you? You couldn't seriously expect us to drink that stuff. Where is Jack, Mae?"
"I told you, I don't know."
Julia said to Bobby, "Check the monitors. Find him." She came around the table. "Now then, Mae." Her voice was calm, but full of menace. "I want you to answer me. And I want you to tell me the truth."
Mae backed away from her. Ricky and Vince were closing in on either side of her. Mae backed against the wall.
Julia advanced slowly. "Tell me now, Mae," she said. "It will be much better for you if you cooperate."
From the other side of the room, Bobby said, "I found him. He's going through the fab room. He's carrying a jug of the crap, looks like."
"Tell me, Mae," Julia said, leaning close to Mae. She was so close their lips were almost touching. Mae squeezed her eyes and her lips tightly shut. Her body was beginning to shake with fear. Julia caressed her hair. "Don't be afraid. There's nothing to be afraid of. Just tell me what he is doing with that jug," Julia said.
Mae began to sob hysterically. "I knew it wouldn't work. I told him you would find out."
"Of course we would," Julia said quietly. "Of course we would find out. Just tell now."
"He took the jug of virus," Mae said, "and he's putting it in the water sprinklers."
"Is he?" Julia said. "That's really very clever of him. Thank you, sweetie." And she kissed Mae on the mouth. Mae squirmed, but her back was against the wall, and Julia held her head. When Julia finally stepped back, she said, "Try and stay calm. Just remember. It won't hurt you if you don't fight against it."
And she walked out of the room.
DAY 7
6:12 A.M.
Things happened faster than I expected. I could hear them running toward me down the corridor. I hastily hid the jug, then ran back and continued crossing the fabrication room. That was when they all came after me. I started to run. Vince tackled me, and I hit the concrete floor hard. Ricky threw himself on top of me after I was down. He knocked the wind out of me. Then Vince kicked me in the ribs a couple of times, and together they dragged me to my feet to face Julia.
"Hi, Jack," she said, smiling. "How's it going?"
"It's been better."
"We've had a nice talk with Mae," Julia said. "So there's no point in beating around the bush." She looked around the floor nearby. "Where is the jug?"
"What jug?"
"Jack." She shook her head sadly. "Why do you bother? Where is the jug of phage you were going to put in the sprinkler system?"
"I don't have any jug."
She stepped close to me. I could feel her breath on my face. "Jack… I know that look on your face, Jack. You have a plan, don't you? Now tell me where the jug is."
"What jug?"
Her lips brushed mine. I just stood there, still as a statue. "Jack darling," she whispered, "you know better than to play with dangerous things. I want the jug." I stood there.
"Jack… just one kiss…" She was close, seductive.
Ricky said, "Forget it, Julia. He's not afraid of you. He drank the virus and he thinks it'll protect him."
"Will it?" Julia said, stepping back.
"Maybe," Ricky said, "but I bet he's afraid to die."
And then he and Vince began dragging me across the fabrication room. They were taking me to the high mag field room. I began to struggle.
"That's right," Ricky said. "You know what's coming, don't you?" This was not in my plan. I hadn't expected it; I didn't know what I could do now. I struggled harder, kicking and twisting, but they were both immensely strong. They just dragged me forward. Julia opened the heavy steel door to the mag room. Inside, I saw the circular drum of the magnet, six feet in diameter.
They shoved me in roughly. I sprawled on the ground in the room. My head banged against the steel shielding. I heard the door click and lock.
I got to my feet.
I heard the rumble of the cooling pumps as they started up. The intercom clicked. I heard Ricky's voice. "Ever wonder why these walls are made out of steel, Jack? Pulsed magnets are dangerous. Run them continuously, and they blow apart. Get ripped apart by the field they generate. We got a one-minute load time. So you've got one minute to think it over." I had been in this room before, when Ricky showed me around. I remembered there was a knee plate, a safety cutoff. I hit it with my knee.
"Won't work, Jack," Ricky said laconically. "I inverted the switching. Now it turns the magnet on, instead of off. Thought you'd like to know."