'They're back,' Rex said. 'The virus reservoir was exterminated. We're clear.'
The phone rustled against Samantha's shirt, but they could still make out her yelling through the window at Secretary Benneton.
The B1 faded in the night, the blinks on the wingtips almost out of sight. Diego watched it go, clearly fighting off panic.
'He just issued the order to abort,' Samantha said.
Diego's face went limp with relief. He began to sob with a slow urgency. Ramoncito leaned against him, burying his face in his side.
'I want you, Dr. Rodriguez, the boy, and Cameron to come straight here for tests. The C-130 is standing by.'
Rex turned. 'Yes,' he said. 'I see it.'
A corpsman jogged over from the C-130. 'How many cots should we prepare?'
Rex looked inside the helo, noticing for the first time how empty it was.
When the corpsman asked again, his voice was full of dread. 'How many cots?'
Cameron nodded weakly.
'Two,' Rex said. When he spoke again, his voice was little more than a whisper. 'Just two.'
In the distance, the sound of the B1's engines shifted, rising to a sharper pitch. The plane banked high and hard, a broad sweeping arc in the night, and headed back for the airport. Diego fell to his knees, his hair wet and hanging across his eyes in the front.
It was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.
Reclined on carefully secured cots, Cameron and Justin were out cold before the C-130 even took off. The acceleration caused Rex to lean in the cargo seat, but he quickly adjusted. The plane climbed rapidly and circled the island before heading northeast toward Maryland.
Wanting one last look at the islands, Rex rose carefully and crossed to the small round window near the propellers. One of the corpsmen tending to Justin urged him to sit down, but Rex waved him off. He peered outside, then turned and smiled at Diego and Ramoncito. 'Come here,' he said. 'You've got to see this.'
Diego was careful to keep his balance as he joined Rex. He reached out a hand, helping Ramoncito navigate his way from the seat to the window. The boy's wonder at the plane was evident.
Down below, the black mass of Santa Cruz was visible on the dark waters. Above the southern edge of the island, right near the heart of Puerto Ayora, the air was lit with dozens of fireworks, the bright sparks coasting to the ground like settling embers.
Diego instinctively reached out, ruffling Ramoncito's hair. The three of them stood and watched the brilliant flashes of light until the island passed from view. Diego's eyes moistened when he looked down at the boy at his side.
'Happy New Year,' he said.
Chapter 76
1 Jan 08
Samantha was ready and waiting when an irritable male nurse arrived to unlock her from the slammer at nine in the morning. She stepped out into the hallway and took a deep breath, stretching her arms. It felt odd to be out of the confines of the room; it usually took her a few hours to adjust.
The nurse handed her that morning's test results-viral count: 0. Samantha rested her hands on his shoulders. 'I'll always remember you,' she said.
He did not smile.
She received a standing ovation when she passed the staff room and she clenched her hands above her head like a heavyweight champ. As she passed reception, one of the secretaries stood up, holding out a pink message slip. 'NIH called this morning, girl,' she said. 'Heard you were available.'
Without slowing her pace, Samantha snapped up the message slip, heading for the entrance.
Colonel Strickland caught her at the door, placing a firm hand on her elbow. Samantha had to tilt her head way back to look him in the face.
'Secretary Benneton was quite impressed with your efforts,' he said. 'He strongly recommended that we extend to you an offer to return as Chief of the DAD.'
Samantha ran a hand through her messy brown hair, scratching her scalp. 'You're not gonna much like my proposal for what you can do with your offer. Sir.'
'I imagined you'd have…reservations.' He raised a neatly-trimmed eyebrow. 'Retiring?'
She laughed and pushed through the door. 'Yeah,' she called over her shoulder. 'I thought I'd take up needlepoint.'
Though she didn't see it, Colonel Douglas Strickland actually smiled.
'Hello there,' Samantha said when Maricarmen picked up the phone. 'Where are my children?'
'Iggy and Danny are watching cartoons,' Maricarmen said. 'And Kiera is pretending not to.'
Samantha tapped the sat phone against her ear. A few lanes over, a car honked.
'What is that? Are you out?'
'Free at last.'
'I should get the children. They'll be so excited.'
'I'd rather surprise them in person. But I'm taking a quick trip to Hopkins first.'
'Johnny Hopkins Hospital? In Baltimore? What for?'
Samantha smiled. 'To visit a friend.'
'A friend?'
'Dr. Martin Foster. Don't worry, I'll be home soon.'
Hanging up, she fiddled with the radio until she found an oldies station. The Carpenters came on, and she sang along with them, zoning out and watching the trees fly by at the edge of the highway.
Finally, she reached the hospital, parked the van near the Ross Building, and found her way to the Infectious Disease Offices. She stopped outside the door, suddenly nervous. Looking down, she realized she was still wearing scrubs, and she cursed herself for not going home first to shower and change.
She entered and greeted the receptionist, a heavyset woman whose computer was framed with family pictures. 'Hello, Samantha Everett here to see Dr. Foster.'
'Is he expecting you?'
'No,' Samantha said. 'Not at all.'
'Well, he's in with a patient right now. He's booked pretty solid for the next few hours.'
'That's all right,' Samantha said. 'I'll wait.'
She sat down and picked up a People magazine. She tilted a brass lamp over so she could fix her hair in the reflection.
'Ms. Everett,' the receptionist said, trying not to smile. 'Or is it Dr.?'
'Either,' Samantha said. 'Whatever.'
'I think I can free him up for a few minutes at the end of the hour.' She scanned the appointment book. 'But I'm not certain. Maybe you'd like to wait somewhere more comfortable?'
'Sure.' Samantha shrugged. 'Where would you suggest?'
The receptionist smiled shyly. 'Maybe it's the mother of four in me, but I always like the nursery.'
'Huh,' Samantha said. 'Actually, that sounds nice.'
She left the office and crossed the street to the Nelson Building, riding the elevator up to the second floor. A row of chairs was arrayed outside the long window where expectant mothers and fathers could see their infants for the first time. Samantha sat in an orange plastic chair, tilting it back on two legs. She stared at the rows of gorgeous, smiling babies.
Closing her eyes, Samantha thought of the Darwin virus, safely frozen in the Revco freezer back at Fort Detrick. There were still many tests to be run so that they could better understand its etiology and pathogenic-ity.
