The Infected 1: Proxy (57 page)

Prime stirred, getting angry again as she spoke. Brian held out his hand to her and shook his head. "I don't know what's going on, but they all say they're innocent of this Karen. Scott and Charlot wouldn't do this, and if they did... well they'd try and lie their way out, we all know that... Who wouldn't?" Brian shrugged at them as they both bristled, sitting on the ground side by side, seething with anger.

"But... Bridget wouldn't, not for long. You've known her longer than I have, but I've seen her lie, and while she can be pretty convincing at first, she can't help but blurt out the truth within a few minutes, especially if her emotions are high. That alone should be enough to get everyone to back off for a while, if they could calm down enough to actually think about things."

Karen looked around, a glimmer of fear in her eyes now that Brian had pointed this out to her, clearly not thinking that anyone would calm down soon at all. Leaning in he kissed her again, quickly this time and asked if she could check in with Director Moore and then collect the people they needed when they came out. Looking tired she pushed her sweat damped hair over her right ear and took a deep breath.

"I can do that. Do you need anything else?" Her voice went soft when she asked, as if it were something private.

"I'm good myself, but we're going to need to have food, water and shelter here, for everyone tonight at least. And to set up a hospital area for the wounded, that kind of thing, could you see if anyone knows about that kind of thing? One of the doctors by preference, but anyone with medical training, food service, military contacts that can have some MREs dropped in, anything? The director's probably already on it, but anything we can do to help, yeah?"

She hugged him again and walked over to where the director stood, surrounded still by worried looking agents. Scott and Charlot sat behind him in the cool dirt, waves of anger building as time passed, especially from the large man who's wounds healed a little more each time Brian looked at him. After about half an hour it seemed to Brian like Prime was about to try and make good on his earlier threat to kill the people that did this to him.

"Scott, I get why you're angry, I really do... I mean think of the things I've gone through myself, right? I know anger. But if you take off after people now, especially with the kind of rage you're holding, the same thing just happens again. You need to be calm and sharp now, no matter what happens. I'm trying to get people here that can clear your name, so hold on if you can, and for now at least if anyone attacks you, let me deal with it, OK? You're not alone here."

While he didn't know what he could actually do if they all attacked, Brian saw that this helped calm the other man down a little, which really wouldn't hurt if things went South. A calm Scott could probably at least get Charlot to safety while Brian tried to stall everyone else. The only other flyer they had was Soar and Brian felt that she'd be willing to hold off chasing the golden man, if Brian asked.

People were pouring out of the building, Bridget carried several out herself, her small size and high level strength making it easier for her to do it than almost anyone else. Lis, the other team two person that had gone in with her and Mark, carried someone in her arms as well, it took him a minute to understand who it was.

"Penny!" Brian called out, worried. He couldn't leave his spot for long, but got the agents to cover for him for a minute so that he could run over to see her.

"Are you OK? I mean, do you need immediate medical attention?" He asked, hoping he didn't sound too cold. Obviously she wasn't all right, or she would have walked out on her own. But if she needed medical help it would have to be him doing it and splitting his attention would be hard. Possibly deadly. Though maybe Mark could do it? They couldn't talk to her that way though.

"Yeah, I'm fine, just sprained both my ankles on the stairs when things started happening, then managed to get stepped on a few times. Nothing major, but I was hobbling along too slowly and no one else could see me, so Mark had Lis here get me out of the way. Thanks by the way."

Lis shrugged, Penny still in her arms, "Don't mention it. You'd do the same for me. Except that then it would look like I was floating, which would be kind of neat."

Looking around Brian decided that he really didn't want a hurt Penny sitting at what could end up being the center of a major fight at any time. Medical would be all right, except that right now the best they could do toward that was military style sleeping bags laid out on the ground. He grabbed one from the pile and waived at Burrows. He hefted the green sleeping bag, letting her know he was taking one.

"For Penny. I...can't keep her with me, she'll be by Director Moore. Two sprained ankles it sounds like." He called this out and pointed to Lis, asking her if she'd please help him get Penny over to where people were clustered, many talking on cell phones already, arranging things for later.

He waved at Lancaster and walked over slowly, trying to keep pace with Lis and Penny. The girl giggled.

"Well, I could walk, but I guess if you guys are offering to carry me around..."

He smiled and patted her shoulder softly. Lying out the sleeping bag on the ground, unzipping it so that it laid flat like a decent sized green comforter. Lis set her package down carefully, making sure she knew where every limb was as she did it, so that she wouldn't accidentally damaged the girl. The mummy looking woman asked him if he wanted her to stay and guard Penny.

"Um, no. She should be safe here. You're too important doing what you are to stand around for now. Sorry, Penny, but it's true. Search and rescue has to be our priority right now." That plus the fact that every team two member not up top when things happened would be one less person to kick his behind when they finally moved to lynch Prime.

Lancaster gave him a look. "What's..." The man just pointed.

"Penny. Sprained ankles. She can be mobile on her own if she has to. Right now I want someone to look out for her, make sure she gets food and water, that kind of thing and gets to the bathroom..." Brian looked around. They'd be out there all night if not for weeks to come.

"Do we have bathrooms coming in?" The Director looked up from about ten feet away and shook his head.

"Right... so we need latrines dug." Brian turned around and yelled at a group of team two people and the smaller group that made up team one standing a little ways off.

"Can anyone here dig a trench fast? Energy blasts or super speed... Anything else that might work and I'm not thinking of? If so, get over here quick please!"

Three people came over, two from team two and Argos. Argos had super speed, as did one of the others, a woman that looked lean, hard and ugly, a bit like a hardcore crack addict, jumpy and tweeky, but nearly as fast as Argos in raw speed she said. Argos shrugged and murmured.

"At least as fast. Maybe faster."

It made the twitchy woman smile at least, true or not.

The other was Lauren. Who still glared over toward Scott and Charlot, looking like she wanted to kill them. Massive fists, each about the size of Brian's head flexed, making a soft crackling sound, armored flesh sliding on more of the same.

He explained what they needed and why, Lancaster suggesting that they put it well off from the camp. People would grumble about the long walk, but a lot less than they would about the smell. It made enough sense no one questioned it. Several people Brian didn't know very well came over when they realized what was going on, one man he recognized from the stores on four, another was the morning cook, Burt, the one with the Tweety tattoo. With them was a small brown man named Emanuel who knew where the shovels and digging supplies actually were. He turned out to be the complex's gardener and main grounds keeper. He waived over a couple other men and women, one turned out to have a hurt arm, so he sent them back over to the hospital area, then turned to Brian looking uneasy.

"Good! OK, Emanuel, Lancaster has some specs for what we need. It's not glamorous work, but in about an hour things are going to get tense if there's no bathroom and with this many people it can be a real health issue fast. Everyone, Emanuel's in charge here. Obviously the operatives should do most of the physical work, but we need privacy screens and stuff like that too, Emanuel's in charge of that as well, so everyone please do what he says. Thank you all for your help. I know this isn't anyone's job..."

Then he had to hurry back to where the Chambers were, getting there just in time to see a man dressed all in black running at Prime, with a sword of all things, coming up behind him fast. Not as fast as some people there might, but faster than Brian could cover the distance between them. His skin tingled and suddenly he stood in a different place, about fifty yards away from where he'd been, he dove to the right as a sliver of silver moved through where he'd just been, burying itself deeply into the ground. He bounced to his feet and stomped on the handle of the sword before the man could free it. Shock, it seemed, kept the blade down, not lack of strength, because instead of letting go of the sword the man kept his hold, the force of the stomp taking him to his knees. Pain ran through Brian's right leg from the force of the move, but he made himself to stomp the other man in the face without pausing, almost as if the action had been planned. The guy had deep tan colored skin and white hair. His eyes were a very similar color of white, giving him a strange look that probably would have worked well to pick up women in clubs, if the prejudice against Infected people wasn't quite so strong.

Women would go out with him just to say they had.

The sword moved back with him, so Brian pulled his knife as he moved in, kneeling across the man's arms and carefully putting the blade to his throat, left hand pushing his chin back suddenly, not to expose the neck, but so that if the man used his superior strength to try and throw him off there would be enough time to stab him before flying away, using the chin as an extra stop.

"Drop the sword please." He didn't even feel a surge of adrenalin and his voice sounded icy again. That would have to be worked on, since he'd meant it to sound polite.

The man looked like he wanted to struggle, so Brian used the knife to get his attention. It would be possible for Brian to kill the guy, but not just stop him, the other man was just too strong for that. At least a class four, based on what he'd shown so far. The blade started to slide into the man's neck, when the sword finally got thrown away to the right. Carefully he pulled the knife out.

"All right... Sorry, I don't remember you name..."

"Crandall."

He kept the blade almost touching the man, where the wound had been moments before, healed already it seemed and leaned over him slightly, a risky move, if violence resumed, but not wanting everyone to hear.

"Nice to meet you Crandall, I'm Brian. Anyway, we seem to be having a small issue here, do you think that you could calm down for me please and not try to kill anyone for a while? I'd take it as a personal favor and, well, so far today no one's died and I'd really like to keep it that way, you know?"

Blank white eyes looked at him, the stare seemed hostile, but then again it was hard to tell, since the guy looked so different. Maybe he always looked like that? Brian slowly got up and took several steps back. Crandall surged up from the ground, using a flashy gymnastics move that Brian hadn't even been taught. Marcia had showed it to him and explained that it was actually slower than just standing up because of the time it took to move backwards and then change direction. Plus it was easy to defeat. On impulse Brian's foot flashed out and caught the other man in the neck as he came up, a knife from his belt already in hand. The blade scraped along Brian's flex armored leg, mid calf, skittering off, but pushing the leg so that the foot caught the outside of the chin. The nano-carbon knife still out, Brian attacked, not as fast as the man in front of him could move normally, but faster than Crandall could dodge having just been hit that hard.

Blood welled from the man's face and neck, gushing out onto the ground from the wounds on the neck in particular. He'd been hit four times in less than a second. As the man lay dying, Brian called for a medic, still not feeling any reaction from the event at all. He asked the agents to watch Charlot carefully and moved to the other side of the imaginary cube he'd build in his head, about sixty feet on each side, away from the blood, not knowing if Crandall would just pop back up or not. It was more than possible.

The shift back was disorienting, more than normal, since he didn't move but a few hundred feet. This time facing the same direction, nearly at least, so the view jumped, but didn't change much otherwise. Now the fallen man, still bleeding a lot, lay in front of him about a hundred feet away or so.

A few minutes later, before Doctor Kern could get Crandall moved, it happened again. This time Tobin rushed Charlot instead. He knocked the man out at least, instead of killing him, which was an improvement in his mind. Especially since he considered the small man a friend. The third time it happened, Soar coming in to try and swoop on Prime, Brian got a look at a man staring at her from a position on the other side of the caved in building.

Itch.

Denis. He hadn't thought about the man in weeks, months, but of course he wasn't dead, was he? Brian hadn't been told what happened to him, but apparently not enough to cause the man to settle down at all. Brian smiled and walked over toward the man, and saw three stern looking agents had been set to guard him and two other prisoners that Brian didn't even know.