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Authors: Scott Sigler
Tags: Fiction, Science-Fiction, Thrillers, Horror, Murderers, Electronic Books, Fiction / Horror, Horror Fiction, Horror - General, American Horror Fiction, Neurobehavioral disorders, Parasites
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Youre a smart cupcake, Margo, Perry said. But you dont know the right thing here. Trust me, the right thing is to let me help them.
Like you helped these people?
Perry nodded. Exactly.
He started to walk out, then stopped and turned to face her. And that suit, Margaret. Thats the worst suit I ever saw. You buy a suit like that, I bet you get a free bowl of soup.
But it looks good on you, Margaret said. Caddyshack. I own that one, too.
Perry smiled and gestured toward Otto, who looked horribly uncomfortable at the whole situation. Margie, youre too cool for Mister Funbags over there. Enjoy your new playmates.
He walked out of the kitchen, hoping that one beer hed left Margo wasnt the that would have pushed him over the top.
He needed to sleep. Sleep, without hearing Bills voice.
NOTHING IN THIS HAND
Dew waited in his car while Anthony Gitsham and Marcus Thompson connected the two semi trailers to make the MargoMobile fully operational. The two trailers werent really trailers, they were flatbeds, each carrying a container that was eight feet wide by ten feet high by forty feet long. As standard-size cargo containers, the things could easily be transported by rail, by ship or even by air with a cargo helicopter. Once combined, the two containers made for a highly portable BSL-4 autopsy facility.
Painted blue and scuffed up a bit to make them look rusty and well used, they didnt rate a second glance on the highway. But it was only the outsides that looked beat upthe inside areas gleamed with the pristine whiteness of a high-tech hospital.
Three months ago thered been no such thing as a mobile lab rated for BSL-4. That was as bad as it gotebola, Marburg, superflu, shit like that. Some company had had the trailer on the drawing board. Margaret found out and insisted it was just the thing for the crazy, secret work of Project Tangram. Dew had agreed. So had Murray, whod funded the rush job on a prototype and then ordered two more. At a this-week-only sale price of $25 million each.
Fuck it, Murray had said, its only taxpayers money .
The things you could do with a black budget. When the trailers were delivered and the team checked them out, Amos had called them the MargoMobile, and the name just stuck.
Big dollars or no, Dew couldnt argue with Margaretthe trailer combo was a bargain at any price. The BSL-4 tents Margaret had used at various hospitals worked, but you needed to set them up, you had to deal with a concerned hospital staff, local media, et cetera. The MargoMobile solved that. You could take the full BSL-4 lab right to the bodies and do what had to be done. The thing even had a microwave incinerator, for fucks sakeone-stop shopping from body acquisition to disposal.
The two trailers set up in parallel. From the rear, the right trailer, Trailer A, had normal cargo doors. Opening those up revealed two more doorsthe cargo doors were just a front. The door on the left led into a small computer center, ten feet long by five feet wide. One thin desktop ran the length of the room. It supported three keyboard-and-mouse combinations that rested in front of three flat-panel monitors mounted on the walls. Add three office chairs and you were in business. Other equipment provided secure encrypted transmission to anyone on the trailers frequency or could plug into a full NSA-caliber satellite uplink. Voice, video, data, whatever you needed. The communication equipment was originally meant to provide a secure connection to the CDC or the WHO, but it worked just as well for an old CIA spook.
The right-side door led into a claustrophobic, three-foot-wide airlock that ran ten feet into the trailer before it reached a second airtight door. That door opened into the eight-by-ten-foot decontamination center. In there, dozens of nozzles shot out a high-pressure combination of chlorine gas and concentrated liquid bleach. Lethal to anything from
Youre a smart cupcake, Margo, Perry said. But you dont know the right thing here. Trust me, the right thing is to let me help them.
Like you helped these people?
Perry nodded. Exactly.
He started to walk out, then stopped and turned to face her. And that suit, Margaret. Thats the worst suit I ever saw. You buy a suit like that, I bet you get a free bowl of soup.
But it looks good on you, Margaret said. Caddyshack. I own that one, too.
Perry smiled and gestured toward Otto, who looked horribly uncomfortable at the whole situation. Margie, youre too cool for Mister Funbags over there. Enjoy your new playmates.
He walked out of the kitchen, hoping that one beer hed left Margo wasnt the that would have pushed him over the top.
He needed to sleep. Sleep, without hearing Bills voice.
NOTHING IN THIS HAND
Dew waited in his car while Anthony Gitsham and Marcus Thompson connected the two semi trailers to make the MargoMobile fully operational. The two trailers werent really trailers, they were flatbeds, each carrying a container that was eight feet wide by ten feet high by forty feet long. As standard-size cargo containers, the things could easily be transported by rail, by ship or even by air with a cargo helicopter. Once combined, the two containers made for a highly portable BSL-4 autopsy facility.
Painted blue and scuffed up a bit to make them look rusty and well used, they didnt rate a second glance on the highway. But it was only the outsides that looked beat upthe inside areas gleamed with the pristine whiteness of a high-tech hospital.
Three months ago thered been no such thing as a mobile lab rated for BSL-4. That was as bad as it gotebola, Marburg, superflu, shit like that. Some company had had the trailer on the drawing board. Margaret found out and insisted it was just the thing for the crazy, secret work of Project Tangram. Dew had agreed. So had Murray, whod funded the rush job on a prototype and then ordered two more. At a this-week-only sale price of $25 million each.
Fuck it, Murray had said, its only taxpayers money .
The things you could do with a black budget. When the trailers were delivered and the team checked them out, Amos had called them the MargoMobile, and the name just stuck.
Big dollars or no, Dew couldnt argue with Margaretthe trailer combo was a bargain at any price. The BSL-4 tents Margaret had used at various hospitals worked, but you needed to set them up, you had to deal with a concerned hospital staff, local media, et cetera. The MargoMobile solved that. You could take the full BSL-4 lab right to the bodies and do what had to be done. The thing even had a microwave incinerator, for fucks sakeone-stop shopping from body acquisition to disposal.
The two trailers set up in parallel. From the rear, the right trailer, Trailer A, had normal cargo doors. Opening those up revealed two more doorsthe cargo doors were just a front. The door on the left led into a small computer center, ten feet long by five feet wide. One thin desktop ran the length of the room. It supported three keyboard-and-mouse combinations that rested in front of three flat-panel monitors mounted on the walls. Add three office chairs and you were in business. Other equipment provided secure encrypted transmission to anyone on the trailers frequency or could plug into a full NSA-caliber satellite uplink. Voice, video, data, whatever you needed. The communication equipment was originally meant to provide a secure connection to the CDC or the WHO, but it worked just as well for an old CIA spook.
The right-side door led into a claustrophobic, three-foot-wide airlock that ran ten feet into the trailer before it reached a second airtight door. That door opened into the eight-by-ten-foot decontamination center. In there, dozens of nozzles shot out a high-pressure combination of chlorine gas and concentrated liquid bleach. Lethal to anything from
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