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supernatural, and obviously created by God. Shouldn’t we be focusing our efforts on attempting to figure out why He allowed us to find Bub, and what He expects us to do with this knowledge? Is this the beginning of the apocalypse? The first sign of Armageddon? Or should we take this as a message that God indeed exists, and use it to spread His word? And why, after almost a hundred years at this facility, and who knows how many more years buried in the ground, did Bub finally wake up?”
    “That’s why Andy is here,” Race said. “To ask him. Right Andy?”
    Sun glanced at Andy, who squirmed under the spotlight. She raised an eyebrow.
    “Uh… are we sure he can’t escape?” Andy asked.
    Race grinned. “His enclosure is four foot concrete with steel plates sandwiched in between each foot. The Plexiglas is bullet proof, shatter proof, fire proof, and has been tested up to sixteen thousand pounds per square inch. Even if he did escape the habitat, he’s two hundred feet underground, and he’d have to go through those two titanium doors. Plus, there are safeguards.”
    “Such as?”
    “In the eighties, the President decided that if Bub were to ever wake up, we’d need to have some control over him. Bub has two explosive charges surgically imbedded inside of him, one in the neck and one in the heart. Either one would render Bub out of commission, even with his rapid healing abilities. He’s got enough boom in him to blow up a tank.”
    Andy’s face scrunched up in thought. Sun watched him. She wanted him to stay, she realized, and that surprised as much as scared her.
    “I’ll need some things; books, programs, access to the Internet. And that capsule that Bub was found in, are there pictures of the writing?”
    “Son, we’ve got the whole damn capsule, you want to see it.”
    “I want to see it. It’s as good a starting place as any. I also need the video recordings of Bub since he’s been awake, anything that has him speaking. He’s only said a few things to me so far.”
    “Could you understand him?” Race asked. The excitement was apparent in his voice.
    “I’m not sure. But it sounded like an Indio language. I think he said
how are things with you
and
I am very hungry
.”
    “Doesn’t sound hostile to me. Dr. Jones, would you mind taking Andy to Red 6 to see the capsule?”
    Sun gave Race a look, knowing she was being used, and why. But it didn’t bother her as much as she thought it should.
    “I have some things to finish up in the records room, but I can free up some time.”
    “Great,” Race said. He was one big smile, ready to shake hands with the world. “Now who wants a microwave chili dog?”
    Sun turned to Andy, who was staring at her with a lopsided grin on his face. Part of her wanted to smile back, but she held that part in check.
    “Need some help?” Andy asked. “In the records room?”
    “You sure you want to help me again?”
    Andy smiled. “After watching Bub eat, I think I could handle just about anything.”
    “How about chili dogs?”
    The pain showed in his face. “I don’t think I’m quite ready for chili dogs.”
    “Then let’s go.”
    As they left the Mess Hall, Sun noticed that Race winked at her. She restrained herself and didn’t wink back.

A ndy surprised Sun by being helpful in Red 3. For the first twenty minutes he was chatty and full of questions, but once he settled in with the actual organizing he proved himself a hard worker. They toiled for over two hours in companionable silence, Andy once going for Diet Cokes, and Sun once leaving for the bathroom (and to touch up her make-up, even though she didn’t actually touch it up, just check it.)
    While rifling through a large stack of invoices, Sun became absorbed in an inventory sheet listing some of the medical supplies and pharmaceuticals on site.
    It staggered her. Samhain was better stocked than a hospital pharmacy. Why the staff here would need seven gallons of morphine, or ten thousand tablets