How long would it take Symphony? If there even was a cure to find in the research Kate and her team had sent…
The glass wall that held Orchid Ops parted, two glass pieces sliding to let him pass. Every head in the converted conference room turned to him. The scene was like the study hall of a college dorm, where students had crammed for sixty days straight: the conference tables were arranged haphazardly, littered with laptops, stacks of papers, maps, coffee-stained reports, and half-full Styrofoam cups.
The looks on their faces told Paul everything he needed to know.
The four large screens that dotted the walls confirmed it. The flashing text read: One therapy identified.
They had seen this text so many times before, and the celebration each time had been a little more muted than the previous. But the atmosphere felt different now. The team swarmed Paul, and everyone was talking excitedly about the new data and what to do next. Research sites were proposed and shot down.
“We test it here, on our own cohort,” Paul said.
“Are you sure?”
“We’ve got some people that can’t wait.” He glanced at the Euthanasia Protocol countdown. Less than four hours left. There were a lot of people that couldn’t wait.
But he wanted to be sure before they rolled it out worldwide. He had a phone call to make.
On his way back to his office, Paul stopped by the makeshift infirmary.
He stood at his sister’s bedside. Her breathing was shallow, but he knew she recognized him. She reached out for his hand.
He stepped forward to take her hand. Her grip was weak.
“I think we’ve found it, Elaine. You’re going to be just fine.”
He felt her hand squeeze his, ever so slightly.
Paul picked up the phone. Several minutes later, he was connected to the Situation Room in the White House.
“Mr. President, we have a new therapy. We’re extremely optimistic. I’m asking you to delay Euthanasia Protocol.”
CHAPTER 70
Somewhere near Isla de Alborán
Mediterranean Sea
“How long?” David demanded.
“Brenner said he would get back to me as soon as possible. Continuity has their hands full—”
“We’ll be at Isla de Alborán within three hours. When we get there, I’ll have to arm Shaw and Kamau and do something with the scientists. We need to figure out which one of them killed Martin and disabled the boat. ”
Kate sat on the bed. She knew if they began debating the killer it would simply devolve into another fight. And she didn’t want to fight, not with him, not at that moment. She slipped her shirt off and threw it on the chair.
David’s eyes flashed. He took out his sidearm and covered it with a pillow. He pulled his shirt off, then his pants.
He stepped toward Kate, and she kissed his abdomen. He pushed her down onto the bed and crawled on top of her.
For a moment, the entire world outside faded away. She didn’t think about the plague, or the Immari, or Martin’s note, or the killer on board. David. He was all she wanted, the only thing in the world that mattered to her.
It was hot as blazes belowdecks, but David hadn’t bothered to adjust the air.
He rolled over on the bed and lay there naked, beside Kate, both of their bodies soaked with sweat. His breathing slowed before hers, but neither said a word.
Time stood still. They both stared at the ceiling. David didn’t know how long it had been, but Kate turned to him and kissed his neck just below his chin.
The sensation brought him out of the moment, and David asked the question he had avoided thinking about since the call with Dr. Brenner. “You think this is going to work? That Continuity can just take Janus and Chang’s research and just… I don’t know, ‘snap it together’ like the Triforce and magically have the cure?”
“Triforce?”
“Seriously?”
“What?”
“From Zelda,” David said. “You know, Link collects the Triforce to rescue Princess Zelda and save Hyrule.”
“I never saw it.”
“It’s uh… a video game, not a movie.” How can she not know this? That was more shocking to David than Martin’s code. But… it was a discussion for another day. She probably also didn’t know the difference between Star Wars and Star Trek. He likely had a lot of work to do, assuming they lived through the next few hours. “Look, forget Zelda, my question is whether this can work. Do you believe it?”
“I have to. We’re doing all we can and that’s all we can do.”
David lay back on the bed and stared at the ceiling again. What was the point he was trying to make? He didn’t even know. All of a sudden, he felt scared. Apprehensive. It wasn’t the battle that loomed on the horizon. It was something else, a feeling he couldn’t put his finger on.
Kate sat up again. “How do you know so much about boats?” She was trying to change the subject.
“I used to own one in Jakarta.”