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.Griifith moved quickly away from the door when heheard the key in the lock, not wanting to be too closeto whomever Alan had brought along.He had Thur-man already standing ready, just in case there wereany sudden moves, but when he saw the young manand his passive partner step into the lab, he doubtedhe'd have any trouble.What's this? A few too many drinks, perhaps? Anunseen mortal wound?Griffith smiled, waiting for him to speak or for thewoman to move, his heart full and warm with goodhumor.It had been so long since he'd talked tosomeone who could respond without prompting, andthe fact that his fine plan had worked made him allthe merrier.Behind him, Alan sealed the door andstood blankly, holding two weapons on the unlikelypair.The young man gazed wide-eyed around the labora-tory, his dark gaze settling on the wide airlock win-dow in something like awe.The woman's head wasdown, rolling across her chest.He had the deep, natural tan of a Hispanic, orperhaps someone from India.Not too tall, but sturdyenough.Yes, he'd do quite nicely.and since thismight even have been the one to destroy Athens, therewas a certain poetic justice being served.The youth's darting gaze finally rested on Griffith,curious and not altogether as frightened as Griffithwould have liked.We'll see about that."Where are we?" the young man asked quietly."You are in a chemical research laboratory, approx-imately twenty meters below the surface of CalibanCove," Griffith said."Interesting, yes? Those cleverdesigners even built it inside of a shipwreck, or theybuilt the shipwreck around the lab, I forget ex.""Are you Thurman?"Such manners!Griffith smiled again, shaking his head."No.Thatfat, hopeless creature standing to your left is Dr.Thurman.I am Nicolas Griffith.And you mightbe.?" Before the young man could speak, the womanrolled her head up, a wobbling white face lookingaround in fixed, helpless hunger.An infected one!"Thurman, take the woman and hold her," Griffithsaid quickly.He couldn't have her damaging the finespecimen Alan had managed to catchbut as Thurman grabbed for the female, theyoung man resisted, pushing at Louis with fast, angryhands, a sneer of bravado on his face.Griffith felt a pulse of distress."Alan, hit him!"Dr.Kinneson brought his hand up quickly, crack-ing the struggling youth a smart blow across the backof his skull; he stopped fighting just long enough forThurman to pull the woman away."She's gone," Griffith said forcefully, wonderingwhy on earth anyone would want to hang on to one ofthose."Look at her, can't you see she's not humananymore? She's one of Birkin's puppets, one of thepathetically altered hungry.A zombie.A Trisquadunit without training."Even as Griffith spoke, a fascinating turn of eventstook place.The woman squirmed around in Thur-man's grasp and with one quick movement, dartedforward and bit into Louis's face.She pulled backwith a thick, bloody mouthful of his cheek and startedto chew enthusiastically."Karen, oh my God, no."For as upset as he sounded, the young man didn'tmove to do anything about it.For that matter, neitherdid Louis.The doctor stood calmly, blood pouringdown his face, watching the T-Virus drone lustilyswallow the piece of tender flesh.Griffith was trans-fixed."Look at that," he said softly."Not a grimace otpain, not a flutter of emotion.smile, Louis!"Thurman grinned even as the woman lunged for-ward again, managing to snag his protruding lowerlip.With a wet, tearing sound, the lip ripped away,exposing an even wider grin.Blood gushed.Thewoman chewed.Amazing.Absolutely breathtaking.The young man was quivering, his deep tan under-shot with a sickly pallor.He didn't seem to appreciatewhat he was seeing, and Griffith realized that heprobably wouldn't; the woman must have been afriend.Too bad.Pearls before swine."Alan, take hold of our young man, and hold himtightly."The youth didn't struggle, too absorbed in the apparent horror that he was experiencing.The femalegot another piece of cheek, and Louis's smile wa-vered, probably from muscle trauma.As much as Griffith wanted to continue watching,there was work to be done.The young man's otherfriends might manage to put down the Ma7s and ifthey succeeded with that, they might come looking fortheir bright young man.But by then, he'll be my bright young man.Griffith walked to a counter and picked up ameasured syringe, tapping the side of it with onefinger.He turned to the silent guest, wondering if heshould reveal his brilliant scheme for catching hisfriends.Wasn't that what "villains" always did inmovies? He considered it only briefly, then decidedagainst it; he'd always considered it a foolish plotpoint.And he was far from villainous.It was they whohad invaded his sanctuary, threatened his plans forcreating worldwide peace.There was no question whothe evildoers were in this story.The young Hispanic was still watching the bizarreluncheon, his mouth literally hanging open in dismay;Karen was swallowing Thurman's nose, and makingquite a mess.He'd have to dispose of her beforeLouis's arms gave out, though that gave him plenty oftime.Stepping forward quickly, Griffith jabbed the nee-dle into the youth's burly arm and depressed theplunger.Only then did he struggle, his shocked gaze turningto Griffith, his body twisting and flailing.One ofAlan's arms seemed to give a little, but he had a good,tight hold on the fighting Hispanic.Griffith smiled into his face, shaking his head."Relax," he said soothingly."In just a few moments,you won't feel a thing [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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