Epitaph Road (20 page)

“It's why I was hired, but from here on out, what I do for Foothills is strictly for show. My job is to help PAC bottle up this threat.” She gathered together some papers and headed out the door, leaving me alone and pondering what to do next.

I noticed her computer screen was still alive. It was cluttered with icons, most of which were numbered and lettered with meaningless (to me, at least) labels. In the top right corner, though, was a mound-shaped icon I could at least make some sense of. It was labeled
FOOTHILLS PROJECT
.

I touched it. An organizational chart with names and titles and photos and contact information appeared. Dr. Wapner headed the chart. Below him were three sets of people: Team T, Team V, and Security. Four male scientists and a male lab assistant were on Team T. Four female scientists, including Dr. Nuyen, and a female lab assistant were on Team V. Dad's name and photo were included on the ten-man security team roster. Gunny and Miller were also there.

At the base of each lab team grouping was a label:
GENERAL INFORMATION
. I touched the one for Team T. In its place a small padlock appeared, along with the words
PASSWORD PROTECTED
,
FORMULA T TEAM ACCESS ONLY
, and a box for password entry.

I left it and pressed the Team V
GENERAL INFORMATION
label. Instantly, it was replaced with the words
CURRENTLY LOGGED ON
, and a moment later the screen filled with a page of notes, headed with the word
VACCINE
. I skimmed through it. It was the introduction to an article on the origins and objectives and parameters of the project. I scrolled to the last page. At the bottom was the word
DATA
.
I touched it. Another padlock icon and the words
FURTHER ACCESS SECONDARY PASSWORD PROTECTED
,
FORMULA V TEAM ONLY
appeared.

I didn't have a password, secondary or whatever; I wasn't on anyone's team. I wouldn't be going any further. But I'd learned something. I knew who belonged where. I knew Team V — for
vaccine
— was made up of females only, which made sense. It would be dangerous and probably deadly for males to be exposed to Elisha's Bear during research. I wasn't as sure why Team T — for
treatment
, I supposed — was all-male.

Before I left the desk, I navigated back to the screen Dr. Nuyen was showing when I'd started snooping. The spy might not appreciate another spy.

It was too soon for the girls to be done with their showers. I slipped out of the room and headed down the corridor, trying to act cool, like I wasn't doing anything wrong. And I wasn't. Yet. Nobody was around to check out my act anyway. I took a right at the hub and hurried down corridor C until it dead-ended.

I didn't see a panel. But according to Dr. Nuyen, a door should have been hidden here someplace. So I began looking for secret buttons, levers, compartments, openings. I waved my hands, hoping to trip a sensor. Nothing.

I looked up. Mounted high in the corner, too high for me to reach, was what looked to be a lens of some kind. I retraced my steps, opened the first door I came to, and peered inside. It was a small storage room. On all four walls, floor to ceiling, were shelves, filled with boxes. In one corner stood a broom. I grabbed it and returned to the end of the hallway.

Waving the business end of the broom in front of the lens, I hoped for something to happen.

Nothing did. At first. Then I heard a click, a whir, and overhead a panel slid back, a metal ladder descended and unfolded. I waited, but not long. In a few seconds the base of the ladder was on the floor and the panel was all the way open. I couldn't see anything but weak light beyond the gap.

I was tempted to go up; I needed to talk to Dad, to let him know he was being used as a lab monkey. But was that what Wapner wanted? Me wandering around up there with no clue of where Dad was? Was Dr. Nuyen in on the whole thing? And what about the girls? They wouldn't know where I'd gone.

I waved the broom in front of the sensor again.

Click. Whir.
The ladder retracted. The door closed. I was standing alone at the end of an empty hallway with a broom in my hand. I needed to get moving. I needed to
do
something.

I stashed the broom back in the storage room and hurried to security. The door was open; I went in. Jimmy was at his console. He was intently eyeing the screens, all of which were still monitoring the exterior, and he didn't notice me at first.

“You're back,” he said finally, after I was halfway across the room. His gaze swept from me to the monitors and back and forth across them. He was expecting something.

“Do you know my dad's location up there?” I asked.

“I know where almost everyone is,” he said. “Come here.”

I stood by Jimmy's side. He touched an eyeball icon on his screen. A numbered grid appeared. Inside it was an irregular outline, nearly the boot shape of what once was Italy. Spread around inside the boot were eight pulsing dots, each a different color, each with a small number in its center. Jimmy referred to a card taped to the top of the console desk.

“Your dad's the green one,” he said. “Number three.”

As I watched, the yellow dot, number two, began creeping from left to right. “How do you know?”

“They each have a GPS, transmitter, and identifying color code and number. The rest is just up to the computer.”

“So where is he?”

Jimmy studied the screen. “Sector J,” he said. “Inside the cleft in the big rock, I'd say, or possibly up higher where he can see better. Right above the fail-safe box, maybe. Elevations aren't precise.”

“Fail-safe box?”

Jimmy gave me a look, like I was pressing my luck. “I don't know how much of this I'm supposed to tell you,” he said.

“Dr. Wapner gave us the run of the place.”

“Not exactly,” he said.

I held my breath, hoping not to tip the scales in the wrong direction.

“But I guess the cat's kind of out of the bag now,” he added.

I breathed. “It is.”

“Besides the door you used to enter this place,” he said, looking almost grateful for the chance to talk, “there are two other entrances, or exits. One of them leads to a tunnel that eventually opens up at a spot deep in the woods. The other one goes to a tunnel that terminates inside a cave.”

“The cave inside the cleft.”

“You saw it on the way in?”

“Yeah.”

“Did you notice the box?”

I nodded.

“It's locked — you need the combination to get in — but inside it is another touch pad. Hit the right numbers and a button, and this whole place implodes, the cliff collapses. It's to prevent anyone from getting at the work that's been done here. Strictly as a last resort, of course.”

“The other back entrance — it has a fail-safe box, too?”

His eyes stayed mostly on the walls, dancing from screen to screen. “It's the other option, depending on which way people get out. But they both touch off the same explosives. You wouldn't have a prayer if you were anywhere in this complex, the tunnels, or the topside building.”

“Dr. Wapner showed us one of the doors,” I lied. “The one at the end of corridor C. Where does that one go?”

“Deep woods. About four hundred yards of tunnel to get to the opening. The door in corridor A leads to the cave. But it's six hundred yards to the door out, and you'd be more exposed once you leave the cave.”

“Who has the combinations?”

“Not me. Nobody on the security team, as far as I know. Wapner for sure and maybe one or two of his trusted people.”

“So if I left by the door at the end of corridor A, I'd end up out by my dad?”

“Within shouting distance. As you can see,” he said, pointing at the moving yellow dot, “some of the guys are on patrol, but Charlie — your dad — is a static sentry. He'll be there until I get orders to move him.”

“Is Dr. Wapner out there?”

“Could be. But I couldn't tell you where. He's got a GPS but no transmitter. He doesn't like to be monitored. He's kind of like a god — sees all, hears all, knows all, but elusive and shadowy and defined mostly by his deeds. And the faith of his followers.”

“Will Gunny appear on the screen once he gets back on the grounds?”

“He'll be a red dot, number four, going pretty fast, but he's not here yet.”

I glanced up at the two monitors showing the cutoff from the highway. No sign of Gunny or anyone else. Below the screens the four cell doors were still shut tight. But someone had turned off the light behind the window on the far left, and for some reason that gave me an unsettled feeling in my gut.

“You going out there?” Jimmy said.

“I need to talk to my dad.”

Jimmy handed me a talkaloud. “This will do it.”

“Face-to-face.” I tried to hand it back to him.

“Keep it. You may want it later. And if you decide to go out, take the main door. I don't think the doctor would appreciate your using the other ones.”

“Okay.”

“But I don't think leaving here is a good idea. PAC could show up anytime.”

“We've got the vaccine now,” I reminded him, knowing I was only half right.

He shrugged. “The Bear may not care.”

I hurried out and made my way to the girls' bunk room. I knocked. Sunday came to the door. She was dressed in someone else's clothes — shorts and a T-shirt. Her hair was a shade darker, still wet. Scrubbed free of sweat and grime, her face shone. Only her earrings — thin silver hoops with tiny blue stones — looked the same. Behind her Tia sat on a bunk, pulling on her shoes. She smiled.

“Where you been?” Sunday asked. Was I imagining the concern in her voice? How would I feel if she or Tia disappeared, even for a few minutes?

I walked in, closed the door behind me, and began telling them everything they'd missed, starting with my visit to Dr. Nuyen.

“I guess I was wrong about Wapner,” Sunday said when I got to the part about half of us getting fake vaccine. “He
is
a dirtbag.”

She didn't need anyone saying “I told you so.” And I didn't have the time. I went on, covering the rest of it — the secret door, Jimmy — as fast as I could.

“You can't go out,” Tia said to me.

“He's my dad.”

“He left you — again,” Sunday said.

“You could be in the control group,” Tia said, pacing now. “Your dad might have gotten the real stuff.”

“I'm
going
,” I said. “If I get out and back before PAC shows up, it doesn't matter who's immunized. I can save both of us.”

“I'll go with you then,” Tia said. “You might need some help.”

We both looked at Sunday. Her jaw quivered but set. “You ain't smart after all, Kellen,” she said. “And I ain't putting my kiss of approval on your idiot plan. Besides, I'm hungry.” She turned and stomped out of the bunk room, heading for the kitchen. I was tempted to follow her. My stomach was achingly empty, but more than that I was confused and pissed. Why had she picked now to go off on her own?

I didn't have time to chase after her. Tia and I moved toward the hub. “What's with Sunday?” I asked.

The olive skin of Tia's face reddened a little. She shrugged. “She's…worried about you.”

Maybe. We climbed the stairs and tried the door. It was unlocked on both sides, almost as if Wapner had issued me an invitation to get out and go for a walk.

No one was in the upper room. Everyone was busy, concocting or watching or scheming. Outside, daylight faded. June 21 got closer.

I had to find Dad.

Tia and I hurried away from the little building. It felt good to be moving, breathing fresh air, but I couldn't help nervously scanning the woods, the hills, the sky above them, for some sign that the Bear was coming early. PAC knew what was going on here; they knew where
here
was. Whether they showed up in five minutes or five hours, I knew they'd come soon. The stakes were way too high for them to stay away for long.

I didn't see any sign of intruders.

“It's quiet out here,” Tia said.

“Like a funeral,” I said.

We rounded the stone wall and kept going another quarter mile or more, heading for the opening between the outcroppings. I moved out a bit so I could spot Dad or he could spot me if he was somewhere above the cave, keeping watch from the trees.

At a place directly out from the gap, we stopped and stared up at the rock, the trees and undergrowth above it. I couldn't see anyone; the woods were in shadow now. They looked like an impenetrable fence. I waited, hoping Dad would step out and call my name. I fingered the talkaloud in my pocket, wondering if I should try it. But I didn't want Wapner and everyone else listening in.

“Can we get up there?” Tia said.

“Dad might have, according to Jimmy's grid. I don't know how, though. I don't see a trail or anything.”

“Should we try?”

“He could be somewhere down here, too, back in the opening or the cave. If we go up, we could miss him.”

“What do we do?”

I stared into the breach, at the surrounding stone, the trees. “Dad!” I yelled. “Dad!” My voice echoed and hung in the air. I wondered who, if anyone, had heard it.

I only wondered for a moment. An egg-sized rock landed in the dirt at our feet and bounced away. We looked up as another one arced out over the outcropping and touched down nearby, raising dust. A moment later, Dad stepped out of the trees and waved. He was above us and maybe forty yards away. He raised a finger in a wait-a-minute gesture and disappeared into the woods to his right.

We went to the entrance of the narrow canyon, where I felt a little less vulnerable. The air had grown chilly. Tia moved nearer, nudging into me, and I managed to put an arm halfway around her waist. Suddenly, I no longer felt the cold.