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be.”
“Alright,” Kennedy said, rubbing her hands together. “Looks like we’ve got everything lined up and ready.”
“Ma’am, I’ve been wondering about the tattoos. Why do we do it?”
“We had a setback early on. One of the specimens didn’t take, so they put him back, and then three trips later caught him again. They couldn’t tell it was the same man, so we started marking them with permanent ink.”
“Why the ankles?”
“Because when you grab a leg to look at their ankle, their feet don’t try to grab you back,” Kennedy said somberly. She picked up a small square device from the tray and held it in front of her mask. She opened the file again and stared at it as she talked into the device.
“ Doctor Danielle Kennedy, Rock Island lab facility, December sixteen, specimen notes for Hope, Penelope, female subject, age at time of missing persons report: nineteen, current age: twenty-four, citizen of the US, weight: one hundred nineteen pounds, height: sixty-seven inches, blood type: AB—I wish we could find a specimen with O-negative, but that’s like asking for lightning to strike where you want it. What else do we have here? Resident of St. Louis, obtained by standard aerial reconnaissance and capture, designation: specimen twenty-two of forty on December 13 after all blood work found no significant medical conditions that might impede result analysis.
“Procedure today will be a series of ten DHT-16 intracardiac injections, consisting of scaled doses starting at 5 CCs DHT-16, 5 CCs adrenalin mixed with 40 CCs of specimen’s own oxygenated blood, with regular increases of 5 CCs DHT-16 in each subsequent injection with final dose of 50 CCs DHT-16, 5 CCs adrenalin. For this procedure we’ve already prepared specimen with a 24-gauge, long spinal needle into the ventricular chamber, inserted between the fourth intercostal space between the ribs.”
Penelope moaned as Doctor Kennedy wiggled the needle sticking out of her chest.
“Specimen shows mild blood stasis with low oxygenation and cardiac function normal for post-infection subjects, albeit higher than average.”
Kennedy took a deep breath and put down the file and recording device.
“Go ahead and prep the first needle,” Kennedy said. She held out a hand, waiting for the man to suck Penelope’s own blood back out of the first vial. Kennedy stared into Penelope’s eyes, her head slightly turned to match her angle.
“I always wonder what they’re thinking.”
“Ready,” the man said, placing the needle into Kennedy’s hand.
“First intracardiac injection at time 11:36 A.M.,” Kennedy said, placing the long needle into the tube. Penelope watched as it slid down the tube into her chest.
“Okay twenty-two, let’s see what you do.”
Fire surged through her body, coursing from her chest and up her neck, out to her shoulders, down toward her legs. Her whole body seized, rigid as stone, her teeth gnashing against the bite guard and muzzle. Her flesh seared as though crisping against an open flame, or melting from the lava that her blood had become. As the pain increased, her vision faded until there was nothing but the white of the room. Nothing but solid white and tremendous pain.
Ten
Penelope screamed, lurching forward in the chair , and clutched at her chest as if expecting a long tube and needle to be there. The pain still tingled in her limbs. Her head felt like it was on fire, with sweat dripping down her temples.
“What in the blue blazes?” Houston shouted.
“Penny,” Tom yelled, putting a hand on her shoulder to keep her from leaping to her feet. She grabbed his hand and tore it away while pushing herself up, spinning as she did so she could face him. Her hands immediately groped for his neck and hair.
“Penny,” Tom yelled again, knocking her hands aside and shoving her back toward the chair. “It’s me, Tom.”
Penelope growled, her eyes darting around to take in the unfamiliar objects. This
“Alright,” Kennedy said, rubbing her hands together. “Looks like we’ve got everything lined up and ready.”
“Ma’am, I’ve been wondering about the tattoos. Why do we do it?”
“We had a setback early on. One of the specimens didn’t take, so they put him back, and then three trips later caught him again. They couldn’t tell it was the same man, so we started marking them with permanent ink.”
“Why the ankles?”
“Because when you grab a leg to look at their ankle, their feet don’t try to grab you back,” Kennedy said somberly. She picked up a small square device from the tray and held it in front of her mask. She opened the file again and stared at it as she talked into the device.
“ Doctor Danielle Kennedy, Rock Island lab facility, December sixteen, specimen notes for Hope, Penelope, female subject, age at time of missing persons report: nineteen, current age: twenty-four, citizen of the US, weight: one hundred nineteen pounds, height: sixty-seven inches, blood type: AB—I wish we could find a specimen with O-negative, but that’s like asking for lightning to strike where you want it. What else do we have here? Resident of St. Louis, obtained by standard aerial reconnaissance and capture, designation: specimen twenty-two of forty on December 13 after all blood work found no significant medical conditions that might impede result analysis.
“Procedure today will be a series of ten DHT-16 intracardiac injections, consisting of scaled doses starting at 5 CCs DHT-16, 5 CCs adrenalin mixed with 40 CCs of specimen’s own oxygenated blood, with regular increases of 5 CCs DHT-16 in each subsequent injection with final dose of 50 CCs DHT-16, 5 CCs adrenalin. For this procedure we’ve already prepared specimen with a 24-gauge, long spinal needle into the ventricular chamber, inserted between the fourth intercostal space between the ribs.”
Penelope moaned as Doctor Kennedy wiggled the needle sticking out of her chest.
“Specimen shows mild blood stasis with low oxygenation and cardiac function normal for post-infection subjects, albeit higher than average.”
Kennedy took a deep breath and put down the file and recording device.
“Go ahead and prep the first needle,” Kennedy said. She held out a hand, waiting for the man to suck Penelope’s own blood back out of the first vial. Kennedy stared into Penelope’s eyes, her head slightly turned to match her angle.
“I always wonder what they’re thinking.”
“Ready,” the man said, placing the needle into Kennedy’s hand.
“First intracardiac injection at time 11:36 A.M.,” Kennedy said, placing the long needle into the tube. Penelope watched as it slid down the tube into her chest.
“Okay twenty-two, let’s see what you do.”
Fire surged through her body, coursing from her chest and up her neck, out to her shoulders, down toward her legs. Her whole body seized, rigid as stone, her teeth gnashing against the bite guard and muzzle. Her flesh seared as though crisping against an open flame, or melting from the lava that her blood had become. As the pain increased, her vision faded until there was nothing but the white of the room. Nothing but solid white and tremendous pain.
Ten
Penelope screamed, lurching forward in the chair , and clutched at her chest as if expecting a long tube and needle to be there. The pain still tingled in her limbs. Her head felt like it was on fire, with sweat dripping down her temples.
“What in the blue blazes?” Houston shouted.
“Penny,” Tom yelled, putting a hand on her shoulder to keep her from leaping to her feet. She grabbed his hand and tore it away while pushing herself up, spinning as she did so she could face him. Her hands immediately groped for his neck and hair.
“Penny,” Tom yelled again, knocking her hands aside and shoving her back toward the chair. “It’s me, Tom.”
Penelope growled, her eyes darting around to take in the unfamiliar objects. This
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