by Tarah Scott
The first time I stood in front of this chalkboard and recognized a mistake, I had walked away. If anyone discovered my abilities, I would be consigned to hell in some biological laboratory I dared not contemplate beyond the knowledge of its existence. Later that night, I found a communiqué on my desk from General Groves reporting ninety-eight men had died, including Rear Admiral Daniel Judson Callaghan and Captain Cassin, when the USS San Francisco sank during the battle of Guadalcanal. Groves had handwritten a single sentence on the Teletype page: This is why we're doing this. I had rushed back to write my solution, but found Fermi had erased everything. Since then, I didn't chance leaving Fermi's mistakes uncorrected.
I set the chalk back in the tray and brushed my hands on my trousers. As for my personal problem, even if I found a cure for the need to drink blood, I would still never be the same after this war, no one would. Yet, whatever I was, I would still be alive. Many men wouldn't be.
About the Authors
Award winning writing team Tarah Scott and Evan Trevane have penned over a dozen novels together. Evan has a Ph.D. in electrical engineering and Tarah writes full time. Their collaboration began on a lark with the post WWII film noir story The Pickle My Little Friend, and has evolved into works including their new series The Phenom League, and Daphne Du Maurier winner the romantic thriller Dangerous Liaisons
