‘Let’s call it a joint effort then, huh? Speaking of which, how are the others?’
‘Recovering. King’s surgery went well. Forest will be out of action a few months yet.’ Coleman sipped his coffee.
‘I’ll have to get back soon,’ said Vanessa, meaning back to the Complex. ‘There’s lots of work to coordinate. Decisions to be made. But first I need to understand something.’
Coleman smiled, guessing her question.
‘It’s about my lab’s security system,’ she began. ‘I worked in that lab for three years and couldn’t figure out how the system identified people, yet you knew that it would recognize me underwater. How could you have known that?’
‘Sometimes a fresh perspective is needed,’ offered Coleman enigmatically.
She sat back and waited. She wasn’t leaving without an answer.
Coleman thought for a moment, then summed up the answer in two words. ‘Body language.’
Vanessa cocked an eyebrow, skeptical but interested. ‘Go on.’
‘You said the system could read your mind. You were right, but there’s nothing supernatural about it. Every person in the world has unique body language. It’s impossible to duplicate. Body movements can be recorded and analyzed like any other type of data. We communicate ninety percent with body language. The security system in your labs analyses your body language through the concealed fiber optic cameras in the walls. The longer you’ve worked in the lab, the better it knows you, and the more data it has to analyze about you. So the better able it is to know who you are and what you want.’
Coleman continued, ‘I knew that you spent more time in that lab than anyone else, so if the system could recognize anyone underwater, it had to be you.’
She shook her head in wonder.
‘And that’s not all,’ added Coleman. ‘The more you think about it, the more incredible it gets. The security system gets smarter in an emergency. When its key personal are showing signs of stress, it has the ability to read your body language and make decisions to save lives. The system must hide this ability most of the time, otherwise it wouldn’t take too long before you uncovered its secret.’
‘We’ve got a security system that plays dumb?’
‘Exactly, but it’s not dumb at all. In fact, it is very, very smart. Smart enough to call for an elevator when your life depended on it, and smart enough to recognize your body language underwater.’
Vanessa thought back. ‘I always had security difficulties when Gould was in my labs. The system must have been sensing that I didn’t trust him.’
‘Exactly,’ confirmed Coleman.
‘Why didn’t you tell me?’ she asked. ‘It might have made things easier.’
‘Because it also might have made things harder. The system functions under the premise that you don’t know how it works. If you suddenly knew, your body language might have changed.’
‘So you couldn’t tell me, because I was the walking key.’
Coleman smiled and nodded. ‘And telling you would be like filing the teeth off the key.’
Vanessa sat back, impressed. ‘You should have been a scientist.’
Coleman shook his head. ‘If I’m so smart, then let me ask you a question. Why did Cairns give me the templates before he died?’
‘Obvious. Because you won,’ she answered. ‘You earned them in the only contest that he had any respect for.’
‘Or maybe he wasn’t trying to pass them to me at all,’ countered Coleman. ‘My ability to read body language isn’t as good as your lab’s security system.’
Vanessa looked down into her coffee. ‘I think that you know what he was doing.’
Coleman was absently spinning the small yellowy-orange flower between his thumb and forefinger.
Vanessa leant forward over the table. ‘Where on earth did you find that?’
‘This?’ Coleman held up the flower. ‘I found it in the hospital just outside King’s door. Someone dropped it. I picked it up.’ He shrugged, nothing more to tell.
Vanessa’s jaw dropped. ‘That’s the flower of Ibicella lutea. It’s also called Devil’s Claw. It’s a much misunderstood plant, but many botanists consider it carnivorous even though it doesn’t produce the right types of enzymes. It grows in the desert around the Complex. It’s also one of the species I use in my research, Alex. Part of that plant was in the creatures.’
She sat back and stared at the flower in Coleman’s hand. ‘Why would there be a flower from that particular plant outside King’s door?’
Coleman paused for a moment, and then continued twisting the flower between his fingers. He thought of the glimpsed man in the suit walking away from King’s room.
Sitting back in his seat, twisting the flower between his fingers, Coleman reflected on the strange sense of honor between good and bad men.
#
Harrison waited in the busy restaurant.
He nervously refolded his napkin for the tenth time.
Stupidly, he’d arrived early enough to worry about every miniscule detail. Had he tipped the maitre d’ enough and gotten the best table? Had he dressed alright? Would she even arrive?
He checked his watch.
The very idea that a woman like her could be sitting across from him seemed gloriously ludicrous. It was the kind of thing that just didn’t happen to a guy like him.
Just sit here with your hands still and wait. She’ll come. She said she’d come, and she will. Dinner was her suggestion, after all. Hell, she’d sounded happy to hear from you on the phone, but what does that really mean?
Just wait and see.
And then she was there, standing just inside the restaurant door, scanning the tables until her eyes alighted on Harrison. She waved, said something to the maitre d’, and then wove through the bustling tables towards him.
Harrison felt like the entire room had stopped except her. Like someone in a painting had come alive and was walking through the picture. She wore a pale mauve top and matching trousers. A purple sash was wrapped around her hips. Her hair was pinned back at the sides.
Harrison felt like someone was using a jackhammer in his chest. He jumped up to pull out her chair.
She stopped and looked at him, a huge smile blossoming. ‘So this is what you look like out of uniform? It took me a moment to recognize you without the big gun.’
‘Sorry.’
She positively glowed. ‘For heaven’s sake, why?’
‘I don’t know,’ he said awkwardly, swallowing and then pushing in Dana’s chair.
She looked completely at ease. She placed her small handbag on the table and looked straight into Harrison’s eyes as he settled across from her.
‘My parents are in town and they want to thank the man who saved my life. I promised them I’d invite you to have dinner with us.’
‘Dinner with your parents? I…well, of course.’
‘We didn’t get to talk properly after, well, you know. Or even during the evac. You had your job to do and I had mine.’
‘Yeah. It was pretty crazy,’ agreed Harrison.
‘Do you know what my strongest memory is?’ Dana suddenly asked. ‘It was at the end. I came out of the comms room and saw you standing before that wave of creatures. You were just standing there with that axe. You were in front of us all, looking like you were going to stop them all by yourself.’
‘I was going to try.’
‘I know you were. I didn’t doubt that for a second. But then the butterflies came. Those magnificent butterflies.’
‘Yeah - Vanessa and Coleman, huh? There’s a dynamic duo if ever I met one.’
‘A rose for the lady?’
A girl selling roses from a wicker basket stopped at their table.
Harrison raised an eyebrow at Dana and reached for his wallet.
‘No thanks,’ said Dana. ‘I don’t like the thorns.’
‘These roses are bred to be thornless,’ insisted the girl. ‘Look, they can’t hurt you.’ She ran her hand
quickly down the bunch of long stems and then displayed her uninjured palm. ‘Isn’t science incredible?’
Now Dana quirked her eyebrow at Harrison.
‘Sorry, maybe next time,’ he said.
When the girl left, Harrison pulled a small gift box from his jacket pocket. He pushed it across the table to Dana.
Without speaking, Dana opened the box, paused, and then drew out the delicate butterfly pendant on a gold chain. She stared at the gem-studded butterfly for a long time.
‘Do you want to know my strongest memory?’ Harrison asked.
Wordlessly, Dana nodded.
‘At the end, when I thought we were finished, I wished I’d had the chance to get to know you better. In a way, the butterflies might have granted my wish.’
‘I’d like that,’ whispered Dana.
‘Me too,’ beamed Harrison. ‘Me too.’
Acknowledgements
Firstly, to you, the reader, thank you for taking the time to read my book. I wrote it hoping that you would enjoy it. I hope I’ve succeeded.
Thank you to my family for supporting my writing.
Thank you to the large community of artists who freely contribute their work through public domain and creative commons agreements, and the websites that coordinate their efforts. Therefore, thanks to Sid Mosdell, cajun-stock, Andre_44, Dwight Sipler, flikr.com and clker.com for providing images used in the cover page.
Special thanks to Alexander Ovchinnikov, (Creative Director for Milk Creative Agency, Moscow, Russia) for permitting me to use his evocative artwork on my copyright pages.
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
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