immediately tended to Flaquita, now stretched out on an examination table. “Until he gets here, I’m in charge. You .” He pointed at Stake. “Tell me what happened to the warden.”
“I will, but I hope you’ll have my memories downloaded, so you’ll be sure to believe me.” Stake gestured toward Flaquita. “His memories, too.”
“It’ll be done. Until then, tell me!”
* * *
The assistant warden, a small and reserved white-haired man named Conant, arrived early in Stake’s story and didn’t interrupt him.
When Stake had finished, he turned to gesture toward Dr. Zaleski and said, “That’s all I know. If you want more, I suggest you talk to this man.”
“What are you saying?” Zaleski said.
“Trust my instincts,” Stake said, looking from Assistant Warden Conant to Security Chief Ploss. “I always do.”
Ploss faced the medical chief. “What do you know about this, Zaleski?” he demanded.
“When I questioned him about the deaths here,” Stake said, “I could tell he knew more than he was saying. I’m certain Cirvik confided in him. He had to have had at least one person trying to help him figure out what was going on when this started.”
“You’re out of your mind!” Zaleski cried. “All of what you just told us…who could believe it? You just made it up to cover up your murder of the warden!”
“My memories and Flaquita’s will back us up on what the warden said and did.”
Ploss narrowed his eyes at the assistant warden. “Cirvik didn’t tell you any of this? About this monster?”
“Of course not!” Conant said.
Ploss returned his attention to Zaleski and stepped in close to him; close enough to catch hold of his lab smock and jerk the man onto his tiptoes.
“Hey, easy there!” Conant warned.
Ploss ignored his nominal superior, growling at Zaleski, “Maybe you don’t get it—this prison is in chaos right now! We’re on auxiliary power for no reason we can understand, the warden tried to kill one of my men, and a monster tried to kill this prisoner in his cell…after it’s already killed a bunch of other men. To top it off, we haven’t been able to communicate with the home office…we can’t get any kind of signal out at all. So if you know something, you sorry little junkie, you’d better spit it out now before I lose my patience. And I’ve never had a whole lot of that.”
“What do you mean, ‘junkie’?” Zaleski stammered.
Ploss said through a wall of clenched teeth, “We all know about you. If you want the home office to know, too, I can arrange it. Now tell me about this monster we’re fighting or I’ll throw you in the nearest trash zapper.”
“Let’s not lose control here,” Conant advised. “We have to work together to sort this out.” But he was such a mild and rational man that no one even listened to him.
“You said we can’t get a signal out?” Hurley broke in.
Ploss looked over at him. “Right. If what Stake says is true, and this monster can affect our systems, it might be blocking transmissions. Maybe all those animals out there are doing it. Surrounding us…making us all prisoners in here.”
Stake said, “If these things really want to, they can probably shut down the auxiliary power, too. Right now they might just be trying to threaten us.”
Ploss gave Zaleski a shake. “You hear that? We could all die soon…including you. So talk !”
“You have to understand,” Zaleski choked, and not only because his collar was knotted in Ploss’s fist, “I was afraid of the man! You know what Warden Cirvik was like! What could I do but keep what he told me to myself?”
“What did he tell you?” Ploss let the man down and loosened his grip a bit.
Zaleski shifted his red-rimmed eyes from Ploss, to Conant, to Stake, and admitted in a fatalistic croak, “Cirvik had a deal with the devil.”
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Doctor’s Report
“It’s not so much a being, as a colony,” Zaleski
“I will, but I hope you’ll have my memories downloaded, so you’ll be sure to believe me.” Stake gestured toward Flaquita. “His memories, too.”
“It’ll be done. Until then, tell me!”
* * *
The assistant warden, a small and reserved white-haired man named Conant, arrived early in Stake’s story and didn’t interrupt him.
When Stake had finished, he turned to gesture toward Dr. Zaleski and said, “That’s all I know. If you want more, I suggest you talk to this man.”
“What are you saying?” Zaleski said.
“Trust my instincts,” Stake said, looking from Assistant Warden Conant to Security Chief Ploss. “I always do.”
Ploss faced the medical chief. “What do you know about this, Zaleski?” he demanded.
“When I questioned him about the deaths here,” Stake said, “I could tell he knew more than he was saying. I’m certain Cirvik confided in him. He had to have had at least one person trying to help him figure out what was going on when this started.”
“You’re out of your mind!” Zaleski cried. “All of what you just told us…who could believe it? You just made it up to cover up your murder of the warden!”
“My memories and Flaquita’s will back us up on what the warden said and did.”
Ploss narrowed his eyes at the assistant warden. “Cirvik didn’t tell you any of this? About this monster?”
“Of course not!” Conant said.
Ploss returned his attention to Zaleski and stepped in close to him; close enough to catch hold of his lab smock and jerk the man onto his tiptoes.
“Hey, easy there!” Conant warned.
Ploss ignored his nominal superior, growling at Zaleski, “Maybe you don’t get it—this prison is in chaos right now! We’re on auxiliary power for no reason we can understand, the warden tried to kill one of my men, and a monster tried to kill this prisoner in his cell…after it’s already killed a bunch of other men. To top it off, we haven’t been able to communicate with the home office…we can’t get any kind of signal out at all. So if you know something, you sorry little junkie, you’d better spit it out now before I lose my patience. And I’ve never had a whole lot of that.”
“What do you mean, ‘junkie’?” Zaleski stammered.
Ploss said through a wall of clenched teeth, “We all know about you. If you want the home office to know, too, I can arrange it. Now tell me about this monster we’re fighting or I’ll throw you in the nearest trash zapper.”
“Let’s not lose control here,” Conant advised. “We have to work together to sort this out.” But he was such a mild and rational man that no one even listened to him.
“You said we can’t get a signal out?” Hurley broke in.
Ploss looked over at him. “Right. If what Stake says is true, and this monster can affect our systems, it might be blocking transmissions. Maybe all those animals out there are doing it. Surrounding us…making us all prisoners in here.”
Stake said, “If these things really want to, they can probably shut down the auxiliary power, too. Right now they might just be trying to threaten us.”
Ploss gave Zaleski a shake. “You hear that? We could all die soon…including you. So talk !”
“You have to understand,” Zaleski choked, and not only because his collar was knotted in Ploss’s fist, “I was afraid of the man! You know what Warden Cirvik was like! What could I do but keep what he told me to myself?”
“What did he tell you?” Ploss let the man down and loosened his grip a bit.
Zaleski shifted his red-rimmed eyes from Ploss, to Conant, to Stake, and admitted in a fatalistic croak, “Cirvik had a deal with the devil.”
Twelve
Doctor’s Report
“It’s not so much a being, as a colony,” Zaleski
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