Adams looked like a walking corpse.
Kirk repressed a shudder. Adams lay on a diagnostic bed inside the pitch-black isolation chamber while the captain stood outside. It was small comfort that the sick man probably could not see him, was probably blinded even by the dimmed light outside the chamber. Kirk could see Adams perfectly well, thanks to the infrared visor McCoy had given him, although at the moment, he wasn’t sure that constituted an advantage. The man’s face was a death mask: pale skin stretched tight over jutting cheekbones, sunken eyes glittering above dark circles. He looked thin and wasted, as if he had been ill for months instead of the week or so McCoy suggested. The deep gray tones of infrared only added to the ghoulish effect. Kirk was uncomfortably reminded of Spock’s vampire legend.
He reached out and pressed the intercom. At the sound of it, Adams struggled as if trying to get to his feet.
“Don’t get up.” Kirk gestured for him to sit, before he remembered that he was invisible.
The man squinted in Kirk’s general direction. Around Adams’ scrawny, corded neck was a chain, and he clutched the locket in his palm as if trying to draw strength from it. “Jeff Adams,” he answered. The voice was warm and affable, the antithesis of shadow. Kirk found that he was smiling, and attempted to counter the effect by reminding himself that the man was quite likely a murderer, and even if not, at the very least was working on something the Federation looked on with revulsion.
“Captain James Kirk. I assume you were told you’re aboard the starship Enterprise.”
“Yes, I spoke with Dr. McCoy earlier. Where are we? Still orbiting Tanis?”
“At the moment, but we’ll be leaving shortly. Your signal pulled us out of our way. We were mapping in the Sagittarian arm a few parsecs out. Dr. McCoy’s been taking care of you, but I presume we’ll be receiving orders shortly to drop you at Star Base Thirteen.”
“I’m very lucky you happened by.”
“I can’t say we expected to find anyone out here. It’s Doctor Adams, isn’t it? Are you a physician?”
“A microbiologist. Botanical diseases.”
“Is that the type of work you’re doing down there?”
“Yes, of course.” Adams seemed puzzled. “Is there some sort of problem about the base?”
“As a matter of fact, yes. Dr. McCoy reported that you were using some sort of isolation method”
“Containment procedures, yes.” Adams nodded congenially. “I see. You probably thought we’re doing work with life-form pathogens. I assure you we aren’t. If you check Federation records, you’ll find there was a tragic case of contamination from a base like ours near Deneb. A worker leaving the facility spread a plant disease that virtually wiped out agriculture in that system. Since then, containment procedures such as ours have been the law.”
Kirk made a mental note to check it out, then said, “I see.” He let the disbelief show in his voice to see what kind of effect it would have on his prisoner, but Adams only smiled, his eyes focused on a spot about six inches to the right of Kirk’s ear. “Dr. Adams, Dr. McCoy tells me you’ve been unwell for some time.”
Adams nodded. “I’ve never been robust, if that’s what he was referring to, Captain. Shuttle accident. I suffered some internal damage—had most of it replaced without much problem, although the doctors had a devil of a time getting the small intestine to absorb nutrients.… Feel free to check that out with Dr. McCoy.”
“Actually, I was referring to the infection.”
Adams dropped the locket. “Infection?”
Kirk shifted guiltily. “You mean you weren’t told?”
“No, I wasn’t.”
“McCoy says that the organism causing the infection seems to be very rare—the computer knows nothing about it.”
“I don’t understand,” Adams said softly.
“I’d like to hear your explanation of how you could have become infected. You’ve been isolated for some time on that base. How could you have been exposed to a rare disease?”
Adams shook his head. “I’m not sure.… It’s extremely unlikely that one of the organisms could mutate into something that could affect humans. And containment was never broken—that is, unless”
“Unless?”
“One of the researchers down there—Yoshi Takhumara. He he went insane.”
“Why?”
Adams became suddenly irritable. “How should I know? Sometimes it happens, for God’s sake. You obviously don’t trust me.”
“Sorry,” Kirk said shortly, without trying to sound as if he meant it. “Keep talking.”
“He murdered the other researcher there with us” He stopped, as if unable to say the name, and then hurried past the thought. “I think it was a case of unrequited love. It would have been possible for him to sabotage the alarm and the instant seal-off of the lab that would occur in the case of a break in containment.” He paused briefly, considering. “Yes, that would make sense. After all, he sabotaged the lighting system.”
“I heard about that. No lights. Why would he want to do that?”
“So he could stalk us more easily, I suppose.” Adams turned his head toward the wall. “Don’t ask me what happened to him, Captain, because I don’t understand it myself.”
“The other researcher”
“I assume Yoshi killed her. I stumbled over her body in the dark.” He looked back quickly, his voice stronger and more passionate. “If you don’t believe me, if you want to arrest me, go ahead.”
“There’s hardly any need for me to do that,” Kirk answered. He had already decided that McCoy was right: the man seemed too lucid to be a murderer, but not too lucid to be involved in something illegal. “After all, you’re confined to isolation until McCoy can figure out what’s wrong with you.” He paused. “What I’d really like to hear is your explanation of why your colleague suddenly decided to take leave of his sanity.”
“How am I supposed to know?” Adams’ voice rose in sudden anger, but he continued. “After I found Lara’s body”
“Another microbiologist?”
“Dr. Lara Krovozhadny, physician and microbiologist,” Adams said miserably, in a way that let Kirk know she had been more than just a colleague. “The three of us had been working together for two years. After I found Lara’s body I went to her office and sealed it off with the manual controls. Thank God Yoshi hadn’t thought to sabotage those.… That’s when I signaled for help. I left the intercom on so that when your people came, I heard and came out.”
“I see. Would you be willing to tell all this to the computer?”
“You think I’m lying, don’t you?” For the first time, Adams’ tone hardened. “What do you want from me?”
“The truth.”
“Did it occur to you that I might not know what the hell is going on myself?” Adams grimaced suddenly, so that Kirk could see his pale gray gums, so receded that the teeth appeared hideously elongated. “You think I’m lying, don’t you?”
“I have no idea,” Kirk said smoothly, though he felt repulsed by the sight of the man. “Would you be willing to tell your story to the computer?”
“Of course.” Adams’ head dropped back on the pillow as if he were suddenly weary from the outburst. “I haven’t done anything illegal, Captain. I certainly haven’t killed anyone, and as far as our research on Tanis, we were doing work approved by the Federation and Starfleet. Go ahead and check it out.”
“I’ll do that,” Kirk said. “One last question. Can you explain why Starfleet told us not to respond to your distress signal? And why Tanis is listed as uninhabited—if you’ve been there two years?”
Adams did not reply immediately. “No. I can’t explain that.”
It was an ambiguous answer at best.
Chapter Two
ON THE TERMINAL screen in the conference room off sickbay, a man sat frozen at a cluttered Fleet-issue desk. His face was severe—but it was not so much his expression as the configuration of his features: ominous black bro
ws and coarse, exaggerated lips and nose. He was stocky without being fat—muscular, with a short wide neck and powerful shoulders. He leaned forward over the desk, his thick fingers meshed together in a gesture of sincerity. Above the deeply carved lines in his forehead, his scalp was pink and smooth, hairless as a newborn’s, and the surviving fringe of wavy black hair had just begun to silver.
Kirk had never met Mendez before, but he was struck by the strong physical resemblance the admiral bore to his younger brother, José. Jim Kirk and José Mendez had been on a first-name basis for years, since Commodore José Mendez was in charge of Star Base Eleven, where the Enterprise often took leave. Jim didn’t know José all that well, but he thought warmly of the man. After all, it was José who had once convinced the brass to drop the charges against Spock for violating General Order Seven.
But there was something Kirk instinctively disliked about the brother perhaps it was the intangible air of arrogance, or the fact that the elder Mendez had the look of a bully.
McCoy fidgeted in his swivel chair and peered impatiently at the screen. “What’s keeping Spock, anyway? It isn’t like him to be late.”
“Blame it on me.” Kirk stood next to the terminal, arms folded in front of his chest. “I’ve got him looking at their records. How’s the lab coming on that virus?”
“They agree with me—the thing’s been genetically engineered.”
“Any way of proving that?”
“Not really, no. But I’d swear to it. We’re all working on the vaccine—no harm in it.”
“What about a cure?”
McCoy sighed. “We’re working on that, too, of course. I’ve made it top priority for sickbay and the lab. But it doesn’t look good for Adams.” He looked up as the door to the conference room opened.
Spock entered and took the chair next to the doctor. “I regret the delay, Captain.” The Vulcan’s expression was typically inscrutable, but there was something in his tone that boded ill. “I’m afraid that I had some difficulty retrieving the records. Most of them were lost.”
"Lost?”
Spock shifted almost imperceptibly in his chair. Anyone unfamiliar with Vulcans would never have noticed. “When I initiated a scan, it activated a virus program on the Tanis computers which immediately erased all records.”
“A virus program.” McCoy jabbed in Jim’s direction with an elbow. “Get it?”
Kirk grimaced but otherwise ignored him. “No one thought to anticipate something like that happening?”
“Actually,” Spock continued without gracing McCoy’s remark with so much as a glance, “our computers are programmed to anticipate such a possibility—but the programming. on the Tanis computers is extremely sophisticated. It was obviously done by a class-one expert.” Spock paused, and this time Kirk was more certain that he caught a glimmer of disappointment on the Vulcan’s face. “I was able to Save some of the records which were not overlaid. It will take some time to reconstruct the data, since it is not in any coherent format. I’m afraid we were left with isolated bits of information. As for the rest, the damage was irreversible.”
“You did what you could,” Kirk said, not quite able to keep the bitterness from his voice. “We still have Adams. He’s scheduled for a computer verification scan. We can still find out what we need to know.”
“Doesn’t look too good for him, does it?” McCoy finally spoke up. “Wonder how he’ll explain away that program?”
“I wonder.” A muscle in Jim’s jaw twitched; the doctor’s suggestion that the Fleet might be involved in biowarfare research was becoming uncomfortably plausible. He pressed a control on the keyboard in front of the viewscreen and sat down.
The man on the terminal came to life. His eyes pierced intently from the viewscreen, as though he sought to catch the eye of the viewer, and when he spoke at last, the voice was as deep and authoritative as Kirk expected.
“Admiral Mendez responding to your taped message. It is unfortunate that your party beamed down. In response to your questions, Captain—yes, Tanis is an agricultural colony. However, the work being done there is classified; in light of the incident with the Klingons on Sherman’s Planet, perhaps you can appreciate the need for secrecy. However, we found your report most disturbing—it indicates to us that the researchers were deviating from their assigned project. As you know, research on bioweaponry is expressly forbidden, and Starfleet upholds that law. From what you’ve told us, it sounds as if the researchers were infected with some type of madness-inducing illness, and Adams should definitely remain isolated. Those who beamed down to the surface, I hope, took the proper precautions upon their return. If not, they, too, should be isolated.”
“Give that man a prize for stating the obvious,” McCoy said, sotto voce.
“Hush,” Kirk murmured. “It starts getting interesting about here.”
“If in fact the researchers have been infected with a microbe of their own making, samples of it must no doubt remain on Tanis; you are to retrieve it and bring it aboard the Enterprise” under strict containment, of course—along with any other microbes in the lab, since it is essential that any virulent disease not be permitted to fall into enemy hands.”
“I love these guys.” McCoy was full of angry sarcasm. “Enemy hands. As if we were at war with somebody. What do they expect, that we’re going to broadcast this to the Klingons and the Romulans and auction it off to the highest bidder?”
“Perhaps not intentionally.” Spock’s voice was barely audible. “But if there is in fact a microbe on the surface, it is a possibility that third parties might express an interest, should our transmissions be monitored.”
“analysis, after which we will advise you as to the disposal of any harmful organisms,” Mendez was saying. “As for Dr. Adams, he is to be placed under arrest and brought immediately to Star Base Nine for questioning in connection with the deaths of the other researchers.”
“Star Base Nine?” McCoy complained. “Typically ignorant bureaucrat. Someone tell that man to take a look at a star chart”
Kirk shot him a dangerous glance, and the doctor fell silent as Mendez continued.
“Since he is already in isolation, that should present no problem for you. In addition, you are to impound any and all computer records located on Tanis.”
Kirk leaned forward to press the control, and Mendez’s image, thick lips slightly parted, froze once more. “Well, gentlemen?”
Spock sat back in his chair, arms folded, frowning. “As the doctor pointed out, Star Base Nine is considerably out of the way of our present course. I fail to understand why the admiral did not direct us to Star Base Thirteen, which is far closer. I am not aware of any difference in containment facilities at either base.”
“Is that all?”
“Not quite. I find it rather difficult to share the admiral’s enthusiasm for bringing a dangerous microbe on board.”
“My sentiments exactly,” Kirk said.
“You heard him. He wants to keep the Romulans and Klingons from getting it,” McCoy offered.
“Then why not simply destroy it on Tanis?” Spock asked.
Kirk shook his head. “I think Mendez is more concerned with recovering the corpus delicti than he is with the safety of the Enterprise. Otherwise, he would have no real evidence of what the researchers were really doing.”
McCoy shrugged. “What’s he need that for? Two of them are dead, one is sick and quite possibly dying, if they don’t get him for murder first.”
Spock turned and addressed McCoy with a considerable degree of condescension. “If the researchers were in collusion with others, Doctor—especially if they were working for someone outside the Federation—then it becomes imperative to find out exactly what they were doing.”
“I suppose so,” McCoy said. “And to find out how Yoshi and Lara really died.”
“That’s not my concern.” Kirk stood up again and leaned over the conference table. “The civil authorities can investigate that. What bother
s me is the chance of exposing my crew to an illness that we know nothing about.”
“You are under orders, Captain,” Spock said.
“The ship’s already at risk,” McCoy pointed out. “Adams is on board, and if he took a mind to break out of containment, he could probably do it; and Stanger and I were down there, albeit with our suits on, but with no harm done. It could well be that whatever Adams has isn’t all that contagious.”
Kirk’s lips had tightened into a grim line. “What you’re both telling me, then, is that you think I shouldn’t try to buck Mendez’s orders.”
“Not at all, Captain,” Spock replied. “But I do believe that someone should go down and ascertain whether the postulated microbe actually exists. And I believe that if it is indeed found to be dangerous, it should, despite Dr. McCoy’s comments, be kept ‘out of enemy hands.’ The method for so doing I leave to your discretion.”
“Thanks,” Kirk said without enthusiasm. “I suppose you agree with him, Bones?”
“Much as I hate to admit it. We could go down there and retrieve something. We’ve got trained people, and the risks would not be all that great, barring an unforeseen accident.”
“Before I do that, I want to get as much information out of Adams as I can. Let’s set him up for questioning ASAP.”
McCoy nodded. “Makes sense to me.”
“What puzzles me"” Spock chose his words deliberately—is why Admiral Mendez has chosen to involve himself in this affair.”
Kirk let out a deep breath. “I’ve been trying to come up with an explanation for that one myself. Could it be that intelligence has gotten wind of what was occurring on Tanis, and Mendez was keeping an eye on them?”
“Or,” Spock countered grimly, “that Mendez himself is involved?”
“Wait a minute.” McCoy frowned and swiveled in his chair to face Spock. “I have to admit, I don’t keep tabs on everyone’s duty assignment, especially when it comes to the brass. Why is it surprising for Mendez to be involved?”
He turned to look from Spock’s face to the captain’s, but it was the Vulcan who finally answered.
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