She had sent out blood and serum samples, packed in fail-safe metal containers and loaded on U.S. Air Force jets. She had also readied materials and packing for the first autopsy samples, certain that within hours one or more of her patients would succumb to death.
Now she got word that three more patients were on their way, two in coma and one in shock. She learned that it was the party of archeologists who'd braved going to the site of all the trouble, where the unknown disease seemed to originate from. She had herself tried to gain access to the location but had been denied by the authorities. She had been fighting with them ever since. She needed samples from the area badly, and she didn't mind taking risks to get them; and soon, if her wishes were not complied with, she'd take Tom and Mark, her aides, and they'd get in there by dark of night if need be. But for now she was in the midst of readying her team to gather in the new patients. In only the last four hours, many people had been brought to the hospital and to other hospitals across the city. Whatever this virulent bug was, it was taking a great toll in a short amount of time.
'Have you read about this guy, Stroud?' asked her assistant Mark Williams as they rushed the monitors down to meet the incoming victims.
'Some, yeah.'
'One for the books, wouldn't you say?'
'Or
'Still, took some nerve going in there like that, him and those other two men.'
'Looks that way.'
They arrived at emergency to the ranting and threats of a patient who had leaped off a table and was wielding a scalpel he had gotten hold of, shouting for all the goddamned demons in the place to get away from him. Kendra guessed the madman to be another addict on PCBs or worse, before recognizing him as one of the men she'd seen earlier on a TV screen. He was an archeologist who had gone down into the pit. He was conscious but babbling, quite out of his head, and dangerous.
She saw Commissioner James Nathan in the thick of trying to calm the man he called Dr. Wisnewski. The older man jabbed at Nathan with the scalpel, ripping a long tear in his overcoat, when two uniformed police grabbed Wisnewski and wrestled him to the ground.
'Sacrifice me! They sacrificed me to the demon! The bastards! Bastards all! Get away! Get them away! They're all over me! All over me!'
'Get in here with some goddamned sedation, please!' shouted Nathan.
'No! No sedation!' shouted Kendra. 'Get a jacket on him! Render him harmless, but no drugs!'
Mark saw to it, locating and helping fit Dr. Wisnewski for a straitjacket as the man spat and attempted to bite countless times.
Nathan backed off and said to Dr. Cline, 'Not the Wisnewski we've come to know and love. This is awful ... tried to kill Stroud at the site with a pickax to the chest ... Fortunately--'
'This is Stroud?' she asked, looking over the huge frame of Abraham Stroud which lay as still as a cadaver on a gurney alongside Dr. Leonard, who was equally silent and ominous. 'Not sure I wouldn't prefer to see these other two in Wisnewski's condition, rather than as they are. Getting very tired of seeing strong, healthy men turned to vegetables by this thing.'
'Well, Wiz ... Wisnewski is no vegetable, that's for sure.'
'I'll want to get an EKG and a CAT scan on Wisnewski, the blood, urine and serum tests, try to ID what it is that's kept him going.'
'You got a test for bullheadedness?'
'Afraid not.'
'Then you'll probably come up zip.'
She frowned, rubbing the back of her neck, exhausted. 'You have any idea how our isolation ward is swelling! There's been an acceleration in the number of cases! We've got to check everything, try every avenue--which brings me back to my need for soil, air and water samples from the site. Did you have anyone test for these?'
'Yes, just prior to their going in deep. My aide's taken them upstairs to your people.'
'Good. Now perhaps we can begin to find some answers.'
'You'd better. Damned few out on the street. As for Wisnewski, he's dangerous, criminally dangerous, attempting to kill Stroud and now me. Acts as if he's seeing things--'
'I noticed the delirium, yes.'
'Soon as you're through running your tests, he's out of here to a maximum-security, padded room at Bellevue. I will see that the arrangements are made.'
'All right ... if that's how it must be. And thanks for ordering those tests for me.'
'That was the easiest thing I've had to do all day.'
'Yeah, I saw some of your debate with Gordon on the tube in the lounge.'
'Great ... just great. Mayor Leamy'll love me for that.'
'Well, again, thanks, and I'll take it from here.' She began shouting orders to her people to get the comatose patients in tents and hooked to machines. This done, they began disappearing with Stroud and Leonard down the corridor. Nathan watched Kendra Cline go, thinking the dark-haired woman had a lot of grit, a lot of substance and a lot of beauty. She continued to shout along the corridor, 'No time to lose! Up to isolation immediately! And use every precaution, people! Move, move!'
Nathan had a thousand questions for the silent Stroud and Leonard, a thousand questions for the raving Wisnewski ... none of which would be answered, he assumed.
He turned and went back outside to the waiting limousine. Alone, he had that drink, Jack Daniel's neat. He then picked up the phone and punched the code for the mayor's office. Perkins arrived just at that moment and James Nathan kicked out at him as he tried to get in, shouting, 'Outside, Lloyd! This is confidential!'
He'd have to take the heat for this one all alone.
'I suppose you've heard the news?' he asked Mayor Bill Leamy.
Leamy, an Irishman and an instinctive politician, was cagey. He asked, 'What's the word from the CDC people? Anything?'
'Working as hard as they can, Bill.'
'I have to tell you, Jim, from where I sit, you and your archeology friends looked a little like Rocky and Bullwinkle out there today.'
'Thanks for that insight, Bill. I'll treasure those remarks till they put me under.'
'Why'd you have to get into it with Gordon on camera, Jimmy? That sort of thing only makes it worse.'
'Mayor ... Bill, Wisnewski's out of his head with madness, Leonard and Abe Stroud are both gone comatose. How is street dancing with Gordon going to make it any worse?'
'Gordon's got a lot of pull in this town, Jimmy. I've told you that before.'
'Lot of pull, Mr. Mayor? Enough to bump me off the playing field?'
'Dammit, Jim, this isn't a game of soccer.'
'No, more like Monopoly, isn't it ... sir?'
There was a silence at the mayor's end. 'We've got to get Gordon's people back to work. It's a lot of jobs we're talking about here, Jimmy boy.'
'Things keep going the way they are, Bill, and for every Gordon employee there'll be a man like Stroud and Leonard vegetating in our goddamned hospitals.'
'Please, Jim, you know a comatose man can't vote.'
'If anyone can find a way to get him to...'
The mayor laughed heartily at the joke. 'Yes, well, Jim, come down here to see me. Gordon's on his way and I've gotten the City Council together for emergency session and my advisers will be here. We'll hash this thing about some more.'
'Hash it about some more ... sure.'
'Now, don't be taking that attitude, Jim. I don't like Gordan a whit more'n you do, believe me, but Jim, you know how elections are lost over trivial matters like the trains running on time, dire weather that we can't control, and this ... this spreading epidemic is just such an uncontrollable wild card--'
'And it's an election year, I know.'
'I go out, Jim, so will you. So, please, spare me the 'high and mighty' routine.'
'Yes, sir.'
