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them with Strain 3 or Strain 4. We can't lose."
On his side of the wall, Gomez said, "I wonder if XP-203 is something that Dr.
Gordon Chesterton had a hand in a few years back."
"Hush, I want to hear this."
Across the room the door started to open. "Why's Spike coming back so soon?"
asked Gomez, turning around.
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The door opened fully. It wasn't Spike.
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n the vidphone screen the same blond android medic was telling Jake just about
what he'd told him the last time he'd checked with the
Marina Hospital. "Mrs. Cardigan's condition remains virtually unchanged," he
said from behind his neat white desk. "She isn't any worse, though?"
"Nor is she any better. At this point there's no cause for either undue
optimism or pessimism."
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"And my son?"
"He continues in good health, with no symptoms."
"That's great. How long before you'll consider he's out of danger?"
"Another day or so. Is that all, Mr. Cardigan?"
"Yeah, thanks." The screen went blank, Jake leaned back in the alcove chair.
Closing his eyes, he rubbed at his forehead with his fingertips.
The door to the hotel suite opened.
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Jake jumped up, spun and reached into his jacket for his stun gun "Oh,"
he said, grinning and dropping his hand.
"Nice reflexes." Beth shut the door behind her. "Any news?" "Kate's no better.
Dan still isn't showing any signs of the plague." "Did you talk to him?"
Jake shook his head. "I skipped that this time," he answered. "I
don't want Dan to think I'm forcing myself on--"
"He doesn't think that," she said. "And he's coming around eventually he's
even going to forgive you."
"Forgive me? For what---being dumb enough to let Bennett
Sands and Sonny Hokori frame me?"
Beth glanced up at a floating ball-clock. "I can allow you about two more
minutes for self pity Jake," she said. "Then I really would like to tell you
what I found out from my friend at UC."
Jake said, "Okay, I'll cut my sulking short. What?"
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by the way."
"That's pretty illuminating right there."
"Ralph knew both Chesterton and Belarski. He's been studying the San
Francisco plague. He has friends at the National Disease Control
Agency, so he was able to get reports from all the hospitals that are treating
victims. Based on what Belarski told him, back when he was beginning to crack
up, Ralph is fairly certain that the Chesterton synthetic virus is what's
being used."
"XP-203." Jake started to pace. "What about supplies of the virus?"
"All supposedly destroyed years ago."
"Then how can somebody be using it in Frisco?"
"They're obviously able to manufacture it again."
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"Does limgrin have any notion how they could do that? Was
Chesterton's research preserved, stored somewhere?"
"All destroyed, too, as far as Ralph's been able to learn."
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"Could Belarski have passed along the knowledge needed to whip up new supplies
of the vi rusT
"It's possible. But Ralph doesn't believe, considering what Belar ski's moral
stand had become, that he'd do anything like that."
"He could' ye been forced," said Jake. "What about the antidote?"
"I'm afraid that was destroyed, too, along with all of Chesterton's notes on
it," said Beth. "Sounds like what we've hit is a dead end."
"No," said Jake. "Because Chesterton knows how to produce the antidote."
"But he's up in the Freezer and .. . Oh, yes, I see. He can be revived and
questioned."
"I'm going to talk to Bascom. He'll finagle us a Reanimation Order and then
we'll go to the freezer."
"Are you up to doing that?" She watched his face. "That's not a place you--"
"Yeah, I can do it. I have to."
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A pounding commenced on the door.
"Open up, Cardigan! I know you're in there! C'mon, c'mon!"
It was a woman's voice, but not one he recognized.
Another voice sounded in the hotel hallway. "Miss, step away from there,
please." That was Agent MacQuarrie. "Now, very slowly bring your hands up and
lock them behind your head."
"Dimwit, I'm an agent with the National Disease Control Agency."
"Even so, miss. Raise your hands while I frisk you."
"You're going to find yourself providing security for minor politicians during
their tours of obscure Central American republics no later than this time
tomorrow, dim bulb if you so much as touch one finger to my person. Here, look
over my ID packet and put that stupid stun gun away."
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them with Strain 3 or Strain 4. We can't lose."
On his side of the wall, Gomez said, "I wonder if XP-203 is something that Dr.
Gordon Chesterton had a hand in a few years back."
"Hush, I want to hear this."
Across the room the door started to open. "Why's Spike coming back so soon?"
asked Gomez, turning around.
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The door opened fully. It wasn't Spike.
:.: 19 ,":
n the vidphone screen the same blond android medic was telling Jake just about
what he'd told him the last time he'd checked with the
Marina Hospital. "Mrs. Cardigan's condition remains virtually unchanged," he
said from behind his neat white desk. "She isn't any worse, though?"
"Nor is she any better. At this point there's no cause for either undue
optimism or pessimism."
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"And my son?"
"He continues in good health, with no symptoms."
"That's great. How long before you'll consider he's out of danger?"
"Another day or so. Is that all, Mr. Cardigan?"
"Yeah, thanks." The screen went blank, Jake leaned back in the alcove chair.
Closing his eyes, he rubbed at his forehead with his fingertips.
The door to the hotel suite opened.
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Jake jumped up, spun and reached into his jacket for his stun gun "Oh,"
he said, grinning and dropping his hand.
"Nice reflexes." Beth shut the door behind her. "Any news?" "Kate's no better.
Dan still isn't showing any signs of the plague." "Did you talk to him?"
Jake shook his head. "I skipped that this time," he answered. "I
don't want Dan to think I'm forcing myself on--"
"He doesn't think that," she said. "And he's coming around eventually he's
even going to forgive you."
"Forgive me? For what---being dumb enough to let Bennett
Sands and Sonny Hokori frame me?"
Beth glanced up at a floating ball-clock. "I can allow you about two more
minutes for self pity Jake," she said. "Then I really would like to tell you
what I found out from my friend at UC."
Jake said, "Okay, I'll cut my sulking short. What?"
She sat on the sofa, crossed her legs. "His name is Ralph Jimgrin, Generated
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by the way."
"That's pretty illuminating right there."
"Ralph knew both Chesterton and Belarski. He's been studying the San
Francisco plague. He has friends at the National Disease Control
Agency, so he was able to get reports from all the hospitals that are treating
victims. Based on what Belarski told him, back when he was beginning to crack
up, Ralph is fairly certain that the Chesterton synthetic virus is what's
being used."
"XP-203." Jake started to pace. "What about supplies of the virus?"
"All supposedly destroyed years ago."
"Then how can somebody be using it in Frisco?"
"They're obviously able to manufacture it again."
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"Does limgrin have any notion how they could do that? Was
Chesterton's research preserved, stored somewhere?"
"All destroyed, too, as far as Ralph's been able to learn."
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"Could Belarski have passed along the knowledge needed to whip up new supplies
of the vi rusT
"It's possible. But Ralph doesn't believe, considering what Belar ski's moral
stand had become, that he'd do anything like that."
"He could' ye been forced," said Jake. "What about the antidote?"
"I'm afraid that was destroyed, too, along with all of Chesterton's notes on
it," said Beth. "Sounds like what we've hit is a dead end."
"No," said Jake. "Because Chesterton knows how to produce the antidote."
"But he's up in the Freezer and .. . Oh, yes, I see. He can be revived and
questioned."
"I'm going to talk to Bascom. He'll finagle us a Reanimation Order and then
we'll go to the freezer."
"Are you up to doing that?" She watched his face. "That's not a place you--"
"Yeah, I can do it. I have to."
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A pounding commenced on the door.
"Open up, Cardigan! I know you're in there! C'mon, c'mon!"
It was a woman's voice, but not one he recognized.
Another voice sounded in the hotel hallway. "Miss, step away from there,
please." That was Agent MacQuarrie. "Now, very slowly bring your hands up and
lock them behind your head."
"Dimwit, I'm an agent with the National Disease Control Agency."
"Even so, miss. Raise your hands while I frisk you."
"You're going to find yourself providing security for minor politicians during
their tours of obscure Central American republics no later than this time
tomorrow, dim bulb if you so much as touch one finger to my person. Here, look
over my ID packet and put that stupid stun gun away."
Jake placed the voice finally. "Mixon," he said. "Onita Mixon." [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]