Resident Evil – Caliban Cove

by S. D. Perry

  They won't stop me. It's mine.

  Griffith stood up and started to pace restlessly, back and forth, waiting.

  The "time rainbow" test, number seven, took only a moment longer to complete than test number four, what David had started to think of as the "chess test."

  John and Karen had shown him to the small table in the big room, standing behind him as he'd uprighted the colored tiles and laid them out. Beneath the heap of nine rainbow-shaded pieces was an elongated in-dentation, perhaps a foot long and two inches across; it was clear that just seven of the tiles would fit.

  Seven colors in the rainbow, seven tiles. Simple. So why are there nine of them?

  David ordered the pieces by their colors, placing them in a row beneath the indentation. Each bore a different letter on the top, inked in black. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and three violet tiles with three different letters. "Is it supposed to spell something?" John asked. Going from left to right, the first six tiles read, J F M A M J. "Not in English," Karen said mildly. The three violet pieces were J, M and P. David sighed. "It's one of those where you have to figure out the next in the series," he said. "Apparently relating to time. Any thoughts?"

  John and Karen both stared down at the puzzle, studying the letters; he wondered if they were as tired as he was starting to feel. John seemed distinctly less chipper than usual, and Karen looked fairly wiped out, her skin pale and gaze somewhat distant.

  Of course they're tired, but at least they're making an attempt…

  David looked back at the colored pieces and tried to focus, but couldn't seem to manage a single coherent idea. It had been an awfully long day, periods of intense concentration interspersed with violent rushes of adrenaline. He'd run through fear, self-doubt, deter– mination and then fear again, plus a handful of less clear-cut emotions. Now he just felt frazzled, waiting to see what would come next… John grinned suddenly, a triumphant light in his eyes. "The letters stand for the months – January, February, March, April, May, June – July. It's J, the last letter is J." "Brilliant," David said. He started to place the tiles in the indentation as John nudged Karen with his elbow, still grinning. "And you thought all I was good for was easy sex."

  As usual, Karen didn't bother answering. Relieved to be through the second test, David pushed the last piece into place. There was a faint click and the rainbow lowered very slightly, perhaps a millimeter. From above them, a gentle chime sounded from a speaker, this one hidden by a fluorescent bar. "That all I get?" John quipped. "No parade?"

  David stood up, smiling tiredly. "I felt the same way with the other one. We should get moving, see how Steve and Rebecca are making out." "Interesting way of putting it, David," John said, chuckling. "Nice one." It took David a moment to get it, though Karen rolled her eyes almost immediately, then scratched at them. When she took her hand away, David saw that her right eye was extremely bloodshot. The left was also slightly discolored, though not as badly. She noticed his scrutiny and smiled at him, shrug– ging. "I irritated it somehow. It itches, but it's fine." "Don't rub it, you'll make it worse," David said, leading them toward the door. "And have Rebecca take a look when we get across."

  They walked back into a connecting corridor and started for the back exit, David steeling himself for another dash across the compound. By his count, they'd managed to take down three of the Trisquads in full; three men outside of the boathouse and a fourth on the run to the first building, then John and Karen's five between blocks C and D.

  Useful information, if you happen to know how many of the squads there were to begin with.

  He ignored the inner sarcasm as they reached the metal door, Karen leaning back to turn off the over– head light. They pulled out weapons and took deep breaths, preparing and David felt a familiar sensa– tion wash over him, one that he'd experienced before in tight situations but had never been able to name. It wasn't a feeling so much as a state of existence and although not a religious man, it was the closest thing he'd found to a belief in fate, a sense that there were patterns at play beyond the realm of human influence. Whatever was going to happen, whatever was al-ready happening even as they readied themselves to step back outside – all of the deciding factors were now firmly in place, interlocking like pieces of a puzzle. He felt it with a certainty that denied reason. It was as though a great wheel of chance that deter-mined outcome, that would show them life or death, success or failure, had been set into motion and was now spinning toward its inevitable conclusion – only instead of slowing down, the wheel would turn stead-ily faster, speeding up as it revealed to them what the cosmos had planned. In the past, he'd often found comfort in the sudden awareness of that spinning wheel, the undefinable sense that the outcome had been decided and all anyone could do was watch it unfold. When he'd been a child and his father had been on one of his drunken, abusive rampages, the belief in a bigger picture had sometimes been the only thing that saved him from total despair. This time, though… this time, it felt like a terrible thing, a dark and whirling carnival ride that they had boarded by mistake, not realizing the truth until it was too late, that they couldn't go back, and there was no avoiding whatever lay ahead.

  We hang on, then. We do what we can.

  David stepped to the door, flicking the Beretta's safety off. Whether or not they had any control over what was to come, Rebecca and Steve were waiting.

  The test room was quiet except for the soft hum from the machines marked with blue numbers, nine through twelve, and the occasional rustle of a turning page as Rebecca went through Athens's journal. Steve sat on the edge of a table and watched her read, his thoughts restless and uneasy as they waited for the others to show up. His chest ached mildly, both from the small caliber round he'd taken earlier and the anxious build of worry for John and Karen. After a quick look at the other rooms in the building, they'd both agreed that the test room was the place to wait. It seemed that block B of the Umbrella facility was mostly devoted to surgical aspects of the bio-weapons research, the rooms all white and steel, ominously stark and unpleasant. Although the building was as stuffy and warm as the others they'd been in, Steve had felt a physical chill as they'd passed the empty operating rooms – as if the chambers themselves had taken on the characteristics of the T-Virus creatures. Cold and lifeless and some– how mindlessly black with purpose… Rebecca looked up, her eyes flashing with excite– ment. "Listen to this: '"They're still waiting for our feedback on expansion ever since Griffith revved up the amp time. 'We've got the space for up to twenty units, but I'm going to hold strong on a max of twelve; we wouldn't be able to concentrate on training more than four squads at a time. Ammon said he'll back me up if there's any hassle.'"

  Steve nodded, half dismayed and half relieved by the information. They'd already knocked one of the Trisquads out of the running, plus seriously wounded or killed a couple of the individuals on another team; that was good. On the other hand, it meant that there were still a couple of the squads roaming around out there – unless they're currently "engaged" with David and the others… He scowled inwardly, grasping for something else to think about.

  "Do you know what that means, 'revved up the amp time'?"

  Rebecca nodded slowly, worry creasing her brow.

  "I'm pretty sure he means that Griffith sped up the amplification process. Amplification is the term for a virus's spread through a host."

  That didn't sound like something he wanted to think about either. By some unspoken agreement, they hadn't talked about the possibility of John or Karen being infected since David had left.

  "Great. You find anything else in there?" She shook her head. "Not really. He mentions the Ma7s a couple of times, but nothing more specific than that they're a T-Virus experiment that didn't work. And he's definitely kind of an asshole." "Kind of?" Rebecca smiled briefly. "Okay, that's an under-statement. He's a money-hungry, amoral bastard."

  Steve nodded, thinking about the partial report they'd found on the Trisquads and for that matter,
the very existence of the facility. Calling the T-Virus victims "units," setting up operating rooms and apti– tude tests to run them through like rats in a maze -

  – it's like they can't acknowledge that they're per– forming their experiments on human beings, on real people… "How could they do this?" he asked softly, as much to himself as to Rebecca. "How did they sleep at night?"

  Rebecca gazed at him solemnly, as if she had an answer but wasn't sure how to say it. Finally, she sighed. "When you specialize in one field, particularly when it's a field that demands linear thinking and a very defined focus on only one tiny element of some-thing – it's kind of hard to explain, but it's frighten-ingly easy to get lost in that single element, to forget there's a world outside of that element. When you spend your days looking into a microscope, sur-rounded by numbers and letters and processes… some people get lost. And if they were unstable to begin with, the ambition to pursue that element can take over, making everything else unimportant."

  Steve saw what she was getting at and was im– pressed anew with how thoughtful she was, how clearly she communicated herself…

  … all that and a smile that lights up a room; if -

  –when we get out of this, I'm moving to Raccoon City. Or I'll at least find out if she's seeing anyone…

  There was a sound from somewhere in the building, footsteps. Steve pushed himself off the table and walked quickly to the door.

  He leaned out into the corridor and heard David's voice calling through the empty block. "In the back!" Steve shouted, then waited, anx-iously watching the corner in the hall for David to walk into view, John and Karen both healthy and smiling beside him. Rebecca moved to stand next to Steve, and he saw the same concern and hope written across her delicate features. Instinctively, he groped for her hand, feeling a tingling jolt as their fingers touched, half expecting her to pull away, but she didn't, leaning against him instead as she held his hand gently, her skin soft and warm on his. John's booming voice preceded him down the cor– ridor, loud and full of bright good humor. "Get your clothes on, kids, you've got company!"

  She dropped his hand quickly, but the look that she flashed him more than made up for it – a sweet and wistful expression that made his heart skip a beat, but there was a maturity there, too, a realization of the circumstances they were in, an acknowledgment of priorities.

  No more until we're out of here.

  He nodded slightly, and they turned to wait for the others.

  TWELVE

  Rebecca could still feel the lingering warmth of Steve's hand in hers as David, John, and Karen walked around the corner, John grinning broadly.

  "Sorry to crash, but we figured you guys could use a little chaperoning," he said. "Nothing like young love, though, am I right?"

  As the three stepped into the room, Rebecca strug– gled to quash the blush she felt creeping up on her, suddenly feeling horribly unprofessional. All they'd done was hold hands, and only for a second, but they were in the middle of an operation, in hostile territory where even a moment's lapse of concentra– tion could get them killed. John must have picked up on her embarrassment. "Ah, don't mind me," he said, his grin fading. "I'm just giving Steve-o a hard time, I didn't mean any– thing by it."

  David interrupted, shooting John a pointed glance.

  "I think we have more important things to discuss," he said evenly. "We need to update, and I have a few things I'd like to go over."He nodded toward the journal she still held. "They

  found the room, but didn't touch anything. Did you find anything else useful?"

  She nodded, relieved by the news and glad for the change of subject. "It looks like there are only four Trisquads, though the entry that mentioned it is six months old." David looked relieved. "That's excellent. John and Karen had another encounter outside of D, managed to get five of them – that means there may only be one team left."

  They pulled chairs away from the small tables that lined the walls, forming them in a loose semi-circle in the middle of the room. David stayed standing, ad– dressing them solemnly.

  "I'd like to do a quick recap, to make certain we're all on the same page before we go any further. In short, this facility was used for T-Virus experimenta-tion and has been taken over by one of the researchers for reasons unknown. The other workers have been killed and the offices purged of incriminating evi-dence. Rebecca believes that the biochemist Nicolas Griffith is responsible, and the fact that the grounds are still being patrolled suggests that he's alive, some-where in the compound – though I don't feel we should concern ourselves with trying to find him. We've already completed two of the tests given to us by Dr. Ammon, through Trent, and my hope is that the 'material' he has hidden for us will be the evi-dence we need to formally charge Umbrella with criminal activity."

  He folded his arms and started to pace slowly as he talked, glancing between them. "Obviously there's already plenty of proof that illegalities have occurred here; we could leave now and turn the matter over to federal authorities. My concern is that we still don't have enough hard evidence on Umbrella's involve-ment other than the computer system's software and the journal that Steve and Rebecca found, Um-brella's name isn't on anything, and both of those could be explained away. My feeling is that we should continue with the tests and find whatever Dr. Ammon meant for us to have before we evac, but I want to hear from each of you about it first. This isn't an authorized op, we're not following orders here, and if you think we should go, we go."

  Rebecca was surprised, could see that the others felt the same by their expressions. David had seemed so certain before, so enthusiastic about their chances. The look on his face now told a different story. He seemed almost apologetic about wanting to continue, and looked as though he wanted for one of them to suggest otherwise.

  Why the change? What happened?

  John spoke first, glancing at the rest of them before looking at David. "Well, we've made it this far. And if there's only one more group of zombies out there, I say we finish up." Rebecca nodded. "Yeah, and we still haven't found the main lab, we don't know why Griffith did this -

  –whether he suffered a psychotic break or is actually hiding something. We may not find out, but it's worth a look. Plus, what if he destroys more evidence after we've gone?" "I agree," Steve said. "If the S.T.A.R.S. are as deeply involved with Umbrella as it looks, we're not going to get another chance. This may be our only opportunity to dig up a connection. And we're al-ready so close, the third test is right here – we do that one, we're one step away from finishing." "I'm up for it," Karen said softly. At the strained sound of her voice, Rebecca turned to look at her, noticing for the first time that Karen didn't look so good. Her eyes were bloodshot, her complexion almost a pallor. "Are you okay?" Rebecca asked. Karen nodded, sighing. "Yeah. Headache." Must be a migraine, she looks like hell… "What is it, David?" John asked abruptly. "What's eatin' you? You know something you're not telling us?"

  David stared at them for a moment, then shook his head. "No, nothing like that. I just – I have a bad feeling. Or rather, a feeling that something bad is going to happen."Little late, don'tcha think?" John said, grinning. "Where were you when we got into the raft?"

  David half-smiled in response, rubbing the back of his neck. "Thank you, John, I'd almost forgotten. So, it's decided then. Let's solve our next puzzle, shall we? Oh, Rebecca, take a look at Karen's eye while we're at it, it's giving her some trouble."

  They stood up and moved toward the back of the room, for the table in the northwest corner marked with a blue nine. Steve and Rebecca had already looked when they'd found the room, though there was no clue as to what the test was – a small, blank monitor screen with a ten-key hooked to it sat on the metal table, an enigma. Rebecca motioned for Karen to sit on the chair in front of test ten, the purpose of which also escaped her – it consisted of a circuit board wired to a plank and what looked like a pair of tweezers connected to it by a black wire. She bent down to take a look, frowning. The woman's r
ight eye was extremely irri– tated, the pale blue cornea floating in a sea of red. Her eyelid had a bruised, swollen look. She turned to ask for David's flashlight and saw that as he sat down in front of the scheduled test, the screen flickered on, several lines of type appearing in the center of the monitor. "Some kind of motion sensor…" Steve started to say, but David held up his hand suddenly, reading aloud what had appeared on the screen in a rapid, anxious voice.

  " 'As I was going to Saint Ives, I met a man with seven wives, the seven wives had seven sacks, the seven sacks held seven cats, the seven cats had seven kits; kits, cats, sacks, wives, how many were going to Saint Ives?'"

  There was a digital readout on the screen, showing

  00:49 and counting down. In the time it had taken David to read the question, eleven seconds had al-ready ticked off the clock. David stared at the screen, his thoughts racing furiously as the team leaned in behind him. Tension radiated from them, and David felt a sudden prickle of sweat break out across his forehead. Don't count, that was the clue. But what does it mean? "Twenty-eight," John said quickly. "No, wait, twenty-nine, including the man…" Steve cut him off, talking just as fast. "But if they had seven kittens each, that would be forty-nine plus twenty-one, seventy, seventy-one with the man." "But the message said don't count," Karen said. "If you're not supposed to count – does that mean don't add, or… wait, there's the man with the wives and the speaker, that's another one…"

  Thirty-two seconds had elapsed. David's hand hov– ered over the key pad.

  Think! Don't count, don't count, don't… "One," Rebecca said quickly. " 'As I was going to Saint Ives' – it doesn't say where the man with the wives was going. That's what it means, the clue –

  –don't count anyone except the one who was going to

  Saint Ives!"