A Darker Shade of Dead Page 5

  He’d seen enough by now to know a spook deserving of the name when he saw one. John Petit wasn’t just a spook. He was a phantom.

  Matt took his place at the head of the table, and everyone else seemed to take that as their cue to take their seats. This was the first time he’d had everyone all in one place. It was an eclectic mix of skills and specialties, and Matt was in charge of the whole shebang.

  “Thank you all for coming.” Matt waited while they settled in. He didn’t have to wait long. “I thought it would be beneficial to get us all together in one place so we can take stock of what we know, what we need to know, and how we’re going to go about learning it. First, let’s start with the background of this mission and how we came to this point. We have some new faces here, so I’m going to start at the beginning and then I’ll ask each of you in turn to add your piece. In fact, Dr. McCormick, you might start with a brief description of your role on the initial scientific team.”

  Sandra McCormick squirmed in her seat as all eyes turned to her. Though she’d been on base at Quantico all through the initial outbreak, Matt had never seen her before a few days ago. She looked nothing at all like her personnel file photo. In fact, in person, she was stunning in an elfin sort of way. Because of her photo he’d been expecting a super geek of indeterminate age. What he’d gotten was a siren with auburn hair, green eyes, and the most seductive tilt to her lips he’d ever seen.

  It was all irrelevant, of course. It was entirely inappropriate to notice how beautiful she was with anything more than calm detachment. Still, the man inside the commanding officer had sat up and taken notice the moment he’d seen her and was reluctant to be silenced. Matt struggled to remain objective around her and failed miserably.

  For all he knew, she could sympathize more than she let on with the rogue scientists who wanted to continue the zombie research. She’d done it herself. She’d gone against orders and continued testing and perfecting her serum to counteract the contagion on her own. That lack of discipline and disrespect for orders from the highest possible authority could be a problem. Matt should view her with suspicion, but anytime he got near her, his objectivity went right out the window. He’d have to be more on guard around her. She could be a danger to his mission, and he had to be wary.

  “I was a junior member of the original research team at Quantico,” Sandra began in a soft voice that got stronger as she went along. “The goal of our research was to stimulate cell regeneration in living tissue, to promote faster healing and possible invulnerability. The more senior members of the team decided to take the testing to the next step after we’d done all we could in vitro—testing individual cells in Petri dishes. I don’t know which doctors voted for using cadavers, but it was a majority, and a week later the Marine Corps shipped us several bodies that had been donated to science. Testing began, and the reagent had an unanticipated effect. The corpses reanimated and walked out of the lab in the middle of the night. The next evening, the so-called zombie attacks started.”

  “Thank you, doctor.” Matt picked up the thread. “At first, the base commander sent out Marines to try to locate the bodies. When the first Marines didn’t come back, they sent out more. Eventually, they called on my group of Navy SEALs. We were doing specialized training in the area and were the closest special ops unit that could be spared. That’s how I got involved. We lost everyone—all the Marines and all my SEALs, except for Simon.” Matt gestured toward the only other navy man in the room.

  “I turned out to be immune.” Simon took his cue to pick up the retelling. “After that, I went into the woods each night with the toxin the geeks—sorry, doctor—” Simon sent Sandra a rueful grin but she didn’t seem to take offense. In fact, she smiled and Matt had to kick himself mentally to refocus on the discussion. Damn, the woman was dangerous when she smiled. “The science team had developed a toxin. I used it to take care of the problem in the woods. All the Marines who’d been infected, as well as my former teammates.” Simon’s expression grew troubled and sad. Matt well understood, as did most of the men around the table. Mariana reached out and took Simon’s hand, visibly confirming what Matt already knew.

  “Simon came to the on-base clinic after one particularly bad night and I patched him up,” Mariana took up the thread of the story. “I’m a navy doctor, but was totally unaware of the research going on at Quantico until then. I was stationed there and rented a cabin out on the edge of the base, practically in the woods, so it wasn’t long before the zombies showed up at my door. My next-door neighbors, an elderly woman and her granddaughter, were attacked, as was my postman before we could put an end to the problem.”

  “That’s when they disbanded the research team,” Sandra added. “We’d been kept sequestered until then, only asked to develop a toxin that could reverse the effects and destroy the reanimated cadavers. We did that, but were still held until they’d all been dealt with.” Sandra looked guilty, and Matt couldn’t help the little bug of suspicion that rode his shoulder where she was concerned. “We thought we were going to be charged with something but in the end they decided to disband the research team and made each of us sign documents stating that we would never follow that avenue of research again on pain of arrest and detention.”

  “But you did continue the research?” Matt prodded. He probably shouldn’t have, since it would take them off course in the chronological retelling he was after, but he couldn’t help himself.

  “Only on a serum to counteract the effects of infection,” Sandra said quickly. “I was afraid some of the senior members of the research team wouldn’t let their work go that easily. As it turned out, I was right.” The challenge in her green eyes made him want to go head to head with her—and not entirely in a combative way. Damn, the woman got under his skin.

  “All right. Let’s move to the next outbreak.” Matt needed to get back to the job at hand. He couldn’t let Sandra distract him. “All was quiet for about six months and then a zombie turned up here at Fort Bragg.”

  “Just one at first,” Xavier Beauvoir spoke up. “It was sighted in the woods and reported to the MPs, though nobody realized what it really was, of course. They checked out the report, but couldn’t find it. That night they sent out my unit to look for it.” Devastation and anger crossed the Green Beret’s face. “I woke up to discover I was immune and most of my unit was dead. By that time, you’d been brought in, sir.” Xavier nodded toward Matt. “And Simon was here, already at work. I helped him until you ordered me to pick a small team and head to Long Island.” Xavier turned to the woman sitting next to him, pretty in her new black fatigues.

  “I was sent out on a prowler call to an abandoned building near Stony Brook on Long Island. Up until recently, I was a county cop on Long Island,” Sarah Petit informed the group. “There were two of the creatures waiting for me in that abandoned building. They attacked and smashed my head on the concrete floor. I woke up almost a week later in the hospital. Xavier had come in and taken over. I started working with him the next day and we began investigating. We discovered Dr. Sellars, a member of the original research team, had set up shop on Long Island and was actively working on the research again.”

  “His new, improved zombies seemed to be able to follow rudimentary commands and could even speak a few words. The one I’ve heard most often is master.” Xavier made a disgusted face. “Sellars set himself up as the master of a small army of zombies that were harder to kill and smarter than the previous versions. It takes four darts each to bring one of the new models down, and they’re capable of working together to set traps. That’s how we met Donna.” Xavier gestured toward the youngest person in the room, a fresh-faced young girl seated near the end of the table.

  “My boyfriend, Tony, and his entire football team got infected somehow. Tony took me hostage to use as bait, I later realized. While Xavier was trying to save me, the others were herding Sarah toward a van Sellars had set up to kidnap her.” The girl’s expression reflected the horror she must�
�ve felt that night. “Tony bit and scratched me before Xavier could stop him. I woke up a few hours later in the grass and walked back to my dorm. I felt awful, so I checked myself in to the campus clinic where your guys found me a bit later. I’m immune, too.”

  “So far, that brings us to four naturally immune people,” Matt reminded everyone. “Simon, Xavier, Sarah, and Donna.” Matt turned again to the youngest and newest member of the team. “Donna, why don’t you tell everyone a little about yourself?”

  “Well, I’m not like the rest of you.” She seemed embarrassed. “I was supposed to graduate in a couple of weeks with a master’s in chemical engineering. I’m twenty-five and since I’m immune and have a technical background, I’d be happy to help in whatever way I can. I saw what this did to Tony and his friends. We can’t let that happen again to anyone else. Not if we can help it.”

  Matt liked the way she included herself in the team. He wasn’t sure what she’d be able to contribute besides her immunity, but he was glad to have her in the group. At the very least, she could work with the science team.

  “I’m sorry I left you in that field, Donna,” Xavier said with obvious regret. “They’d snatched Sarah and we had to get her back.”

  “I told you before that it was okay.” Donna smiled kindly at Xavier. “I totally understand. I would’ve done the same under the circumstances.”

  “You’re a peach, petite.” Xavier’s Cajun charm came to the forefront. “I got Sarah back, but not before mon ami over there got himself bit.” Xavier gestured toward Lt. Sam Archer, the man who’d been Xavier’s XO, or executive officer, on the mission up north.

  “You got me back by sticking a huge needle in my chest, Captain,” Sam answered with audible humor. It was clear these two were old friends and worked together well. “I woke up in Sandra’s lab feeling like death warmed over.”

  “Right.” Matt took over again. “He gave you the serum Dr. McCormick has been working on, and it made you immune. So you’re the first induced case of immunity we’ve got. We’re up to a total of five people who can interface with the creatures without fear of the contagion.” The repetition of facts brought everyone’s focus back to the matter at hand. “While Sarah was being held prisoner, she heard Sellars on the phone with one of his comrades. Specifically, she heard names. Jennings, Rodriguez, Zhao, and Krychek.” He pointed to a whiteboard along one wall where he’d already made some notes. “We believe two of those names—Jennings and Rodriguez—refer to two members of the original science team. The others are more problematic and that’s why you’ve been brought in, John. We need you to check the possible foreign and/or terrorist contacts.”

  “Roger that,” John replied. “Already in process.”

  “You seemed to be the logical choice because not only are you a former Marine, now a CIA operative, but being Sarah’s brother, we figured you’d realize something was up when she quit her county job and took this one. The easiest way to keep a lid on everything was to bring you in since we needed CIA input anyway.”

  “Never thought my little sis would be instrumental in getting me this kind of gig,” John joked, earning a few chuckles from around the table. He seemed basically easygoing, which made him a good fit for the team. Matt thought he’d work out well.

  “All right. That brings us up to the present and why we’ve all gathered here at Fort Bragg. Simon, give us a sitrep about the action on base.”

  Simon proceeded with the situation report.

  “Yes, sir. It’s been a trickle of infected individuals. Not the kind of large groups reported on Long Island. It started with one who infected some of our guys. We took care of that situation and since then we’ve had a few show up every couple of days. Usually one creature that infects a few other innocents along the way before we can track it down and end it. We haven’t been able to figure out where they’re coming from or why they’re trickling in like this.”

  “Which is where we start.” Matt stood, going to the whiteboard. He began diagramming where each person around the table fit into his plan of action. “We’re going to attack this on several fronts. First, we use our immune personnel in the field. Simon, Xavier, Sam, you’re primary. Sarah, you’re with them on cleanup, but I want you to take the lead when it comes to scene investigation. Any clues you turn up, I want you to follow up, interfacing with whoever else you need on the team.” Nods all around answered his orders. “Reno and Lew, you’re combat team backup. I want you on tactical support for the primaries at all times when they’re in the field. Further, Reno will coordinate field operations of the cleanup teams. Which brings us to the next prong of this attack. The science angle. Dr. McCormick, you’re to continue your work on your immune response serum. I also want you to work with the cleanup teams on after action reporting.”

  “In what way?”

  Sandra obviously didn’t like calling attention to herself, but she spoke up anyway. Matt liked that. He figured she just assumed she’d been brought here for her serum and nothing else. In a way, she’d just passed a little test. She’d proven to him that she would speak up if she needed answers. It boded well for their future working together and for having her as part of the team.

  “If the cleanup guys find anything strange, I want you in on it. I also want to step up testing of the remains. We need to know what strain of contagion we’re working with. Do you think you can reverse-engineer it from the remains? I want to know if this is the same contagion you worked on originally or if it’s Sellars’s souped-up version…or some other version.”

  “I’ll see what I can do,” Sandra replied, jotting notes on her pad.

  “So we’ve covered the combat angle, the scientific angle, and touched on the investigative part. John, you’ll be working on the farther reaching aspects of the investigation—the foreign and terrorist possibilities. You’ll be working closely with Sarah and the cleanup teams who’ll be doing more detailed forensics at each scene from now on. That brings me to you, Donna.” He smiled, trying to set the girl at ease. She was eager and had a good head on her shoulders. He could tell she felt uncomfortable in this group. It was his intention to help her find her footing.

  “I don’t know how I can contribute, but I’m willing to help however I can.”

  “That’s good.” Matt praised her, glad to see her responding to his overtures of friendliness. He’d tried to charm Sarah when he’d first met her and failed miserably. Sarah had seen right through him. Donna, though, was less experienced and a little less jaded, perhaps. “You’re immune, but you don’t have the skills that would make me comfortable asking you to go out in the field with the combat team. Your technical background makes me want to put you under Dr. McCormick’s wing, or working with the cleanup teams.”

  “I can do both,” Donna volunteered. “Sandra and I talked a little about this already.”

  “Dr. McCormick?” Matt raised one eyebrow in Sandra’s direction, asking without words for her to elaborate.

  “My experiments are small scale and I don’t really require a full time lab assistant. I could use Donna’s help from time to time, but not every day. And she’s immune. She could be of help to the cleanup teams, able to handle certain items, vetting them for potential evidence, without the need to decontaminate them first. It might speed up the process.”

  Matt considered the idea. “That makes sense. But if you’re going to be out in the field at all, I’d like for you to learn some basic self-defense. All the guys on the cleanup teams are armed. They’re all military and have been specially selected for the job because of their high security clearance, skills, and technical knowledge. How do you feel about carrying a weapon, Donna?”

  “I don’t have anything against it, and I already know how to shoot a rifle. My dad goes deer hunting upstate New York every fall and he taught me a little, though I’ve never hunted or killed anything.” She looked uncomfortable again.

  “Hopefully you’ll never have to.” Matt nodded at her. “You’re already on
the payroll, so we can issue you a sidearm. Sarah, would you be willing to give Donna a little instruction? The other members of the team can help you as well. And John, I see from your file that you were a martial arts instructor at Camp Pendleton while you were in the Corps?” John nodded in answer. “Would you be willing to give Donna instruction? We all need some PT in our schedule, so if we could get up a regular class a few times a week, we could keep this in-house. What do you say?”

  “I’d be happy to, sir. It would help me keep my skills sharp as well, since it looks like I’m riding a desk for most of this op.”

  “Don’t worry. This is a fluid situation. Things can change on a dime, but for now, we’ll work it as outlined. We need you on that desk, John. The foreign aspects of this could be disastrous for our country and for the world.” Matt leveled a serious look at the young man. John wouldn’t get any field action on this op. He wasn’t immune, and Matt was disinclined to send anyone else to their death against the zombies.

  Sandra’s research might yield results to make everyone immune. Or not. They’d have to wait and see. Until then, only immune personnel would be sent into possible combat situations.

  “Yes, sir.” John didn’t look completely happy about the desk assignment, but Matt knew he’d follow orders. They all understood what was at stake.

  “We’ll have the first of our safety briefings this afternoon after lunch.” Matt went over the schedule with the group, noticing that the scientific types started to take notes while the combat troops merely nodded, committing everything to memory. It would be a challenge to run a mixed team like this, but Matt was up for it.