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wasn’t created, after all.”
“Most definitely not. The ice man’s discovery suggests that Pandora is a microbe that existed in prehistoric times. It managed to survive over time by lying dormant in the ice man. My guess is that at the time that he and members of his community were infected, he either fell through a frozen lake or was buried under an avalanche while the rest were wiped out.”
They reached the doorway to the dome and exited where Walsh was.
Fox walked up to Walsh. “You all right? You’ve lost some color in your face.”
“I’ll live, and I tan easily,” Walsh replied. “What I still can’t figure out is how Ares managed to get their hands on Pandora.”
“Ares has spies everywhere, unless they discovered it on their own.” But Fox felt that the latter explanation was the least likely.
“No matter how they discovered it, whoever’s responsible for this disaster went far enough to kill everyone to cover their tracks,” said Walsh.
Dr. Marx turned when she heard a cleanup-crew member shout out to her. “Dr. Marx, we found another victim.”
“I’ll be right there,” she replied. She turned to Fox and Walsh. “I have to go. I’ll send you my results when I’m done.”
“Sure thing, Doc,” replied Walsh.
Fox nodded to her. He was about to walk away when Marx called back to him. “Oh, Fox, watch your back. You never know what or who may turn up.”
“I’ll make sure of that.” Fox checked the ground to make sure he didn’t step in anything gelatinous as both he and Walsh walked back to their transport helicopter that was outside the compound.
With no survivors or any retrievable data so far, the trail was about to run cold. And those responsible wanted it that way. Fox knew he would go sleepless for several nights knowing that a surprise attack was imminent.
Chapter 8
West Tokyo
Hideaki Hashimoto usually read the morning news from his laptop computer at 6:00 AM while he sipped on a cup of hot tea. He preferred sitting outside at the gazebo in the garden when it was sunny and warm. But this morning was different. It was 5:35 AM, and he was inside his office tearing through webpage after webpage on his laptop as his tea sat untouched on his desk. Three hours ago, a telephone call woke him up, alerting him of the incident in Uganda.
He must have checked the same news pages several times over, convinced he had missed something. CNN.com, BBC.co.uk—they had nothing. Maybe news on the Pandora outbreak in southern Uganda would only break later that morning, unless the officials wanted to keep the incident under tight wrap to avoid a worldwide panic.
There was a knock at the door.
“Enter,” Hashimoto said in Japanese. His personal secretary walked in holding an envelope and an agenda. She then closed the door behind her. “Come in, Ms. Miyake.” His eyes never left the monitor.
Ms. Miyake removed her heels at the door as she crossed the Kars rug on her way to her boss’s desk and handed him a manila envelope. “Good morning, sir.”
Hashimoto placed the envelope on the edge of his desk. “Any news worth telling me about?”
“Yes, sir. The approval of Hexagon’s recent purchase of Warner-Parke Pharmaceuticals in the US has yielded great results. Shares have shot up from $820 US to $1027 US per share.”
“Anything else?”
“There’s another testing of Project Clarity this morning.”
“At nine o’clock?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Make sure my driver knows I want to be there at least half an hour early. I personally want to meet the two test subjects.”
“I’ll see that he gets the message,” said Ms Miyake as she scribbled notes into her agenda. “There’s also your scheduled teleconference with a Nick Archer from Financial Planet Magazine at—”
“Cancel that meeting. I’ll conveniently be busy during that hour.”
“I’ll email him the message right away, sir.” More notes were scribbled into the agenda.
The desk phone rang and
“Most definitely not. The ice man’s discovery suggests that Pandora is a microbe that existed in prehistoric times. It managed to survive over time by lying dormant in the ice man. My guess is that at the time that he and members of his community were infected, he either fell through a frozen lake or was buried under an avalanche while the rest were wiped out.”
They reached the doorway to the dome and exited where Walsh was.
Fox walked up to Walsh. “You all right? You’ve lost some color in your face.”
“I’ll live, and I tan easily,” Walsh replied. “What I still can’t figure out is how Ares managed to get their hands on Pandora.”
“Ares has spies everywhere, unless they discovered it on their own.” But Fox felt that the latter explanation was the least likely.
“No matter how they discovered it, whoever’s responsible for this disaster went far enough to kill everyone to cover their tracks,” said Walsh.
Dr. Marx turned when she heard a cleanup-crew member shout out to her. “Dr. Marx, we found another victim.”
“I’ll be right there,” she replied. She turned to Fox and Walsh. “I have to go. I’ll send you my results when I’m done.”
“Sure thing, Doc,” replied Walsh.
Fox nodded to her. He was about to walk away when Marx called back to him. “Oh, Fox, watch your back. You never know what or who may turn up.”
“I’ll make sure of that.” Fox checked the ground to make sure he didn’t step in anything gelatinous as both he and Walsh walked back to their transport helicopter that was outside the compound.
With no survivors or any retrievable data so far, the trail was about to run cold. And those responsible wanted it that way. Fox knew he would go sleepless for several nights knowing that a surprise attack was imminent.
Chapter 8
West Tokyo
Hideaki Hashimoto usually read the morning news from his laptop computer at 6:00 AM while he sipped on a cup of hot tea. He preferred sitting outside at the gazebo in the garden when it was sunny and warm. But this morning was different. It was 5:35 AM, and he was inside his office tearing through webpage after webpage on his laptop as his tea sat untouched on his desk. Three hours ago, a telephone call woke him up, alerting him of the incident in Uganda.
He must have checked the same news pages several times over, convinced he had missed something. CNN.com, BBC.co.uk—they had nothing. Maybe news on the Pandora outbreak in southern Uganda would only break later that morning, unless the officials wanted to keep the incident under tight wrap to avoid a worldwide panic.
There was a knock at the door.
“Enter,” Hashimoto said in Japanese. His personal secretary walked in holding an envelope and an agenda. She then closed the door behind her. “Come in, Ms. Miyake.” His eyes never left the monitor.
Ms. Miyake removed her heels at the door as she crossed the Kars rug on her way to her boss’s desk and handed him a manila envelope. “Good morning, sir.”
Hashimoto placed the envelope on the edge of his desk. “Any news worth telling me about?”
“Yes, sir. The approval of Hexagon’s recent purchase of Warner-Parke Pharmaceuticals in the US has yielded great results. Shares have shot up from $820 US to $1027 US per share.”
“Anything else?”
“There’s another testing of Project Clarity this morning.”
“At nine o’clock?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Make sure my driver knows I want to be there at least half an hour early. I personally want to meet the two test subjects.”
“I’ll see that he gets the message,” said Ms Miyake as she scribbled notes into her agenda. “There’s also your scheduled teleconference with a Nick Archer from Financial Planet Magazine at—”
“Cancel that meeting. I’ll conveniently be busy during that hour.”
“I’ll email him the message right away, sir.” More notes were scribbled into the agenda.
The desk phone rang and
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