The King of Plagues (24 page)
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Authors: Jonathan Maberry
Fair Isle Research Endeavor
The Hot Room
December 18, 3:10 P.M. GMT
The Hot Room
December 18, 3:10 P.M. GMT
“Are you him?��� It was the same question his son had asked me. “I told them to send someone from Homeland Security.”
“Then I’m him,” I said.
“Where’s Mikey?”
“You know where he is, asshole.”
Tears ran down his cheeks. “Was it fast?”
“What do you think?”
“God.” He licked his lips. “It’s important that you understand. I need to make you believe me when I say that I loved my son.”
“Save it for Saint Peter. He likes a good bullshit story,” I snapped. “Right now I need to know why you’re doing
all
of this.”
all
of this.”
He wiped his streaming eyes and nose with a forearm. I reached out with a foot and pushed the pistol out of his reach.
Grey flinched and clutched the beaker to his chest as if that might protect him from my anger.
“Why don’t you put that beaker down?”
“You’ll kill me if I do.”
“I’m already talking to a dead man.” I showed him the BAMS unit. “Ebola’s all over this place. Besides, after what happened to your kid, I’m not sure I’d do you the favor of giving you a quick way out. You should feel what he felt.”
“Yes.”His eyes were bleak but steady. “I should. I gave Mikey a little morphine first. But … not for me.”
“If you’re looking for admiration for your sacrifice, too bad. Now … put the beaker down.”
“No. I need something to make you stay with me until I get it all out.”
I tapped the chest of my HAMMER suit. “Sorry, but scary as that Ebola shit is, I’m covered.”
He shook his head. “That suit has polycarbonate components. This is filled with a rapid-action strain of pseudomonas bacteria. It eats oil. They use it for cleaning up oil spills, but this strain was designed for bioweapons use. It would dissolve the seals in your suit before you reached the first air lock.”
“Well, kiss my ass,” I said. “You’ve really thought this through, Doc. You earn the merit badge for Mad Scientist of the Week. It’ll look great in your obituary.”
I was calculating how fast vapors would spread if he dropped the beaker compared to how fast I could get my ass the hell out of here.
“I’m sorry.”
“Sorry doesn’t buy much sympathy these days. This is your play, Doc, so … talk.”
He did.
I expected it to be about politics. But that wasn’t it at all. Instead Dr. Charles Grey told me a horror story. There were no ghosts or vampires in it, but it was scary as hell.
He and his family lived in a cottage on the other side of the island. A few weeks ago, while Mikey and his mom were preparing a Thanksgiving dinner for the American staff at FIRE, Grey walked into his study, felt a sudden burn on the back of his neck, and then woke up five minutes later tied to a chair with a hood over his head. There was at least one man in the room with him. A frightening, invisible figure who spoke politely but told of dreadful things that would be done to Grey’s wife and son if the doctor did not do exactly what the man wanted. The man stood behind Grey and pulled off the hood. Then he reached past Grey and began placing photographs on the table in front of him. Photos of women who bore a strong physical resemblance to his wife. And little boys who looked like Mikey.
“The pictures they showed me … the things that were done to those
other children. And to the women. Inhuman things. It was unbearable to think that someone could do that to another human being. To innocent children. To women. Then … he placed pictures of Mikey and Alicia next to the others. He had pictures of my wife shopping, of her in the bathtub, of us making love. The thought that they had stolen our privacy, that they were somehow watching us all this time …”
other children. And to the women. Inhuman things. It was unbearable to think that someone could do that to another human being. To innocent children. To women. Then … he placed pictures of Mikey and Alicia next to the others. He had pictures of my wife shopping, of her in the bathtub, of us making love. The thought that they had stolen our privacy, that they were somehow watching us all this time …”
“Your boy, too?”
“Yes. Pictures of Mikey sleeping. One of him using the toilet at school. God!” He gagged and I didn’t know if it was the first touch of the Ebola or the sheer horror of what he was remembering.
“Why didn’t you go to the police?” I demanded.
“They warned me not to. He showed me a picture of a little boy … I mean I think it was a boy. Had been a little boy. The man said that this was the result of someone else notifying the authorities. He said that if I told anyone, even my wife, then this would happen to my son. To Mikey. Even if they had to wait a month, or a year, or ten years. One day my son would vanish and if we ever found him at all there would be only pieces left to bury. He said if that happened, I would receive an e-mail with a video file showing everything that had been done to Mikey, and that the last thing the boy would be told before he died was that this was all my fault. He made me believe that there were worse things than death. Even the way Mikey died—” A sob tore its way out of his chest. “Even the way he died wouldn’t be a millionth as bad as what they would have done to him. And if I
did
this and let my family live, I’d go to jail and
they
would still be out there. How could I trust that they would leave my family alone? They might … they might …” He shook his head.
did
this and let my family live, I’d go to jail and
they
would still be out there. How could I trust that they would leave my family alone? They might … they might …” He shook his head.
“There’s witness protection—,” I said, but he cut me off.
“Witness against whom? I never saw his face. He wore a black mask. All I could tell was that he was a male and had a Spanish accent.”
The Spaniard. The mysterious figure who was the liaison between the Chosen, the Kingsmen, and the Seven Kings. Son of a bitch.
Grey glared at me. “So … do you want to tell me that the police, or even the military, would protect me from someone I couldn’t identify? Besides,” he said, his mouth a taut and bitter line, “he said that they had people in the police, in the military, in the government. He said that they had people everywhere.”
“And you believed him?”
“Wouldn’t you?”
I thought,
Yeah, I probably would.
Yeah, I probably would.
“And,” Grey went on, “he said that he would occasionally reach out to me through other means to prove what he said. He wasn’t lying. I found notes in my locked car. Voice mails in five different voices on my phone. Notes on my desk.” He swallowed. “Even a folded note in my lab coat here in the Hot Room. They
were
everywhere. I thought about running, but if they are everywhere, where could I run?”
were
everywhere. I thought about running, but if they are everywhere, where could I run?”
Grey sobbed so hard that he almost dropped the beaker. My heart was in my throat. When he wiped his nose it left twin red smears on the forearm of his hazmat suit.
“I gave them both morphine. This strain of Ebola works very fast. I thought it would hurt less than a gun. I … I’m not good with guns.”
“Why not overdose them with morphine?”
Fresh tears welled in his eyes. The tears were pink with blood. “I didn’t think you would believe me unless you had no choice. Seeing Mikey would convince you.”
I wanted to take my gun and pistol-whip the shit out of him. I wasn’t a doctor and even I could have figured fifty ways to do it better than he’d done it.
“What about the rest of the staff?” I said. “Why hold them hostage?”
“I told you … I found notes on my desk, in my lab coat. And then the security cameras and ventilation cut out. They have someone else here. I don’t know who, so I made everyone put on hazmat suits and go into the fish tank. I locked it from the outside.” He coughed and there was blood on his lips.
“Are the people in the fish tank infected?”
“No, but it’s in the air with them. If you trust your people, then maybe you can interrogate them. Get one of
them
to talk. I didn’t release the virus until the tank door was sealed. I put a bicycle lock on the crash bar and broke the key off in the lock. You’ll have to cut it to get them out.”
them
to talk. I didn’t release the virus until the tank door was sealed. I put a bicycle lock on the crash bar and broke the key off in the lock. You’ll have to cut it to get them out.”
“I’m still a step behind you here, Doc. If you’re going to hand everyone over to us, why not turn yourself and your family in? This isn’t some candy-ass drug buy. This is international-incident stuff. This is terrorism. We’d be able to protect you; I guarantee it.”
Dr. Grey looked at me with eyes that wept tears of blood. “He said that they are everywhere. The police, INTERPOL,
everywhere
.”
everywhere
.”
“And yet you asked for someone from Homeland.”
“What else could I do? I had to make this big enough so that it would be harder for them to cover it up.”
“How do you know I’m not one of them?”
“I looked out the window. I saw the helicopters land. Not all of you can be involved. I mean … if you are, then my family is better off out of a world like that. And if you’re
not
involved …”
not
involved …”
He looked to me for encouragement, and I gave him a small nod.
“ … then please
do
something.”
do
something.”
“You haven’t told me much, Doc. How is this connected with the bombing at the London?”
Grey stared bug-eyed at me. “Is it? Oh my God! Are you sure?”
“The Seven Kings put their mark on both places right before things went to hell. You’re involved in this thing; you tell me.”
He gave me a frank and uncomprehending stare. “Who are the Seven Kings
?
”
?
”
“Their symbol is painted in blood on the wall outside of the Hot Room.”
“I … saw that outside when I sent Mikey to … to …” He shook his head. “I don’t know what it means.”
“The guy who roughed you up, the Spaniard. Did he say anything about why they were doing this? Or about what they wanted?”
He laughed and then abruptly turned his head and spit blood onto the cold floor. “He never said why. He only told me what he wanted me to do. He said, ‘Go to your job, remove the Ebola from the vault, and spill it on the floor of the Hot Room.’”
“Nothing else?”
“Just that. Since the fail-safes were supposed to kick in as soon as there was a biological accident, I thought that all they wanted was an incident. Maybe kill some of the staff and expose America’s involvement in secret bioweapons testing. It’s the only thing that made any sense. Then the vent controls went down and the fail-safes never kicked in.”
“And he never mentioned the Seven Kings?” I asked. “Or even just ‘Kings’?”
“No, just the Goddess, and I—”
“Goddess? Tell me exactly what he said.”
“Both times he attacked me he mentioned the Goddess. When he promised not to hurt my family if I did what he wanted, he swore by the Goddess. And yesterday, when he attacked me in my garage, he said that ‘nothing is impossible if the Goddess wills it to be.’ He held a knife up to my eye and made me swear that I believe in the Goddess. I … got it wrong first, I said that I believed in God, and he got so mad I thought he would kill me right there. He kept ranting about faith and how the Goddess was his shield and he was her sword. Crazy stuff like that. Then he gave me his knife and told me to kill him. He said that his faith would protect him.”
“What did you do?”
“What could I do? He said that if I didn’t try to kill him he would go upstairs and turn Mikey into one of his
angels
. God. That’s what he called the poor women and children in those photos. Angels. He called his victims ‘angels.’”
angels
. God. That’s what he called the poor women and children in those photos. Angels. He called his victims ‘angels.’”
Grey described how he had tried to kill the Spaniard and how the man had disarmed and beaten him without effort. “He was so fast. I … I never saw him move. God, please! I couldn’t let him do that—I couldn’t let him turn Mikey into an angel.”
His sobs were as deep and as broken as any I’d ever witnessed. This man, this Spaniard, had killed Dr. Grey long before today. He’d broken Grey’s spirit and his mind and cut away the fabric of hope and trust that bound his life together. It was horrible to witness and it provoked in me an atavistic dread of the Spaniard, and of the Seven Kings and the Goddess they worshiped. A dread … and a killing rage that burned like boiled acid under my skin. I wanted to face this man, and I knew that I didn’t want to do so from the cold and antiseptic distance of a gun. I wanted to be up close and very personal with the Spaniard. Knife to knife, or—far better yet—hand to hand.
Grey coughed and the sound dragged me back from the edge of a red darkness and into the broken moment. I looked at Grey and thought about Plympton. The selection of these men had to have other elements. I mean … hell, I had a family that I loved—my dad, my brother and his wife and kid, couple of aunts—but I wouldn’t slaughter four thousand people in a hospital
to protect them. I’d find some other way to keep them safe while I looked into it. So, okay, I’m a cop and a federal agent, and psychologically speaking I have a headful of bees and spiders, but I could not believe that there were levers strong enough to turn me into a mass murderer. What was it about Grey and Plympton that made them different?
to protect them. I’d find some other way to keep them safe while I looked into it. So, okay, I’m a cop and a federal agent, and psychologically speaking I have a headful of bees and spiders, but I could not believe that there were levers strong enough to turn me into a mass murderer. What was it about Grey and Plympton that made them different?
“I’m going to find out who did this,” I said. “I am going to find them and I can guarantee you, Dr. Grey, I will show them what ‘terror’ really means.”
He closed his eyes. “I wish I could believe you.”
I said nothing to that. He was starting to drift. Bloody sweat was leaking from his pores.
“Is there anything else you can tell me?” I said softly.
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