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“Why'd they stop in the 70s?”
“Two guys took over, Meyer and Storky. They did other tests on Bub. But not anything involving radiation. I wonder why...”
But Sun realized she already knew.
Dr. Meyer had died of cancer. Kaposi's sarcoma. A malignancy of the skin. He continued to work at Samhain through his illness, getting radiation therapy at the compound. Radiation in cancer treatment had to be carefully monitored. Meyer couldn't have worked on Bub if there was radiation involved. The human body could only handle so big a dose without getting sick, or dropping dead.
“Is the X-ray machine still here?” Andy said. “Maybe we could use it as a weapon.”
Sun shook her head. “We've got something even better than that. Let's find those blueprints.”
“It was a green folder?”
“Brown.”
“Like this?”
Andy held up the folder full of blueprints. Sun hurried over and spread the folded document out over the floor.
“There,” Andy said, pointing at some faint gray lines. “In Green 11. See the wall there? The lines continue beyond that. I'll bet that's the tunnel.”
“How thick is that wall?”
“Got me. Probably eight inch cinder block. Could be even thicker.”
“Let's go,” Sun said, folding up the blueprints.
They left Red 3 and hurried down the hallway. Sun tried not to look at the blood stained walls and tried not to breathe the smell of violent death. Poor Rabbi Shotzen. There were bits of him everywhere.
Andy bent down and picked something up. A disposable lighter. He flicked it once, and the flame shot up two inches.
“Want to break for a smoke?” Sun asked.
Andy put it in his pocket. “Might come in handy.”
In Red 14 they cleared off a desk and pushed it out under the ceiling air vent in the hall.
Sun went first, hiking her shirt up over her face to make breathing in the dusty duct bearable. It was slow going, and to get to the Green Arm they had to pass over the Orange Arm, the ominous CLANG from below becoming louder and more frightening.
When Sun crawled over the grating she looked down, nervous to see what was making so much noise. It made her catch her breath.
The creature was simply massive. Those titanium gates wouldn't be able to hold up to a monster like this. This demon looked like it could eat a tank. How many of these things would Bub be capable of making if he escaped Samhain?
“What is it?” Andy whispered behind her, touching her leg.
“Shh!”
The awesome beast stopped in mid-charge and lifted an ear to the ceiling. Sun held both her breath and her bladder as it stared up at the vent she was perched over. One of its enormous eyes inched closer, squinting into the darkness of the duct. It got so close Sun could count the dark blood vessels that squiggled around its black cornea, each the width of a pencil. The demon blinked, then turned away and resumed its attack on the gate.
“Are you okay?” Andy nudged her.
Sun exhaled. “Yeah. Don’t look through the grill.”
Sun continued forward, making the decision that if she did have to die, she wasn't letting Bub or this giant loose upon the world.
“Holy shit.”
Andy had apparently looked through the grill.
“Keep moving.”
“We’re in hell, aren’t we? We’re actually trapped in hell.”
“Let’s just hope Frank found those shovels.”
*
Dr. Frank Belgium opened the door to Green 5. He knew Green 6 and 7 contained medical equipment, Green 8 was the freezers, and Green 9 was the dry goods storage. This was the only room left to check.
Luckily, he hit the jackpot.
It was a large closet, and the overhead light didn't work. But stacked in the corner, gathering dust, was the excavation equipment. Picks, shovels, axes, hoes, and even a sledgehammer.
“Frank?”
Belgium spun around, looking for the voice.
“Up here.”
Sun was poking her head down through the ceiling vent. He helped her climb through, and then they both assisted Andy.
“I found the equipment,” Belgium told them. “Where's the cavern?”
“Green 11,” Andy said. “Let's move.”
“I want to check on Bub,” Sun said.
Andy checked his watch. “We’ve only got sixty-two minutes to dig out of here and get a safe distance away.”
“We need to see what he’s doing.”
Belgium watched Sun and Andy exchange a meaningful glance. He wished he had someone who looked at him like that.
Maybe, if he lived through this, he’d join a dating service.
If he lived through this.
*
Sun walked down the Green Arm toward the Octopus. She stopped at the titanium bars and pressed her cheek to them, looking left.
CLANG!
The ramming beast was almost through the Orange Arm gate.
She switched cheeks and stared at the Yellow Arm. Bub had his hands on the bars. His yellow eyes locked on hers.
“No meeeeercy for yoooooou.”
CLANG!
The giant demon burst through the Orange gate and went barreling into the Octopus, knocking over tables, chairs, and millions of dollars in computer equipment. Then it sat in the center of the Octopus and stared at its master, awaiting direction.
“You’re neeeeeeeeext.”
Sun tried to focus. They needed time to break through the wall and escape, and couldn’t do that if Bub was on their tail.
When in doubt, tell the truth.
“There are four other titanium gates blocking the exit to the outside. You don’t have time to come for us.”
“I have tiiiiiiime,” Bub hissed.
“No, you don’t. Since the nuke didn’t go off, they’re going to drop one on us. A big one.”
Bub sneered, his horrifying features becoming even more revolting.
“Liaaaaaaaaar,” he spat. “You will beg for deaaaaaath.”
The ramming beast pawed at the floor, then launched itself at the Green Arm gate. The shockwave jolted Sun backward.
That didn’t work out as I’d hoped, she thought.
Sun flew into Green 11. Andy was attacking the concrete wall with a sledgehammer, awkwardly holding it with his left hand, and Belgium was having a time trying to figure out the proper swing of a mining pick. They were both sweating, and for their labors they'd only made a few cracks in the cinder block.
“I need help. Fast.”
“What's wrong?”
“Defense,” Sun said, thinking about the demon breaking into the Green Arm. “We're about to have company.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
Bub believed Sun. Her government would have a back-up plan. He stared at the four sets of bars preventing his escape and felt anger welling inside him. Anger, and an emotion he hadn't known in millennia of existence.
Fear.
Strong as the beast was, it wouldn’t be able to get through all of these gates in time. Which meant is was within the realm of possibility that Bub might actually die.
The thought was horrifying. At the epicenter of a nuclear explosion the temperature was hotter than the sun. There was no way he could protect himself from that.
Humans. How had these miserable hunks of carbon gotten so smart so fast? Sun had hurt him with her poison. Hurt him almost as much as those filthy Mayans did with their uranium ore. Bub could no longer alter himself to fit into the air duct—his body was busy trying to heal. Now, to add to his injury, he might actually have to comprehend his own death.
He concentrated. Was the Yellow Arm really the only way out?
Andy had been close to spilling his guts, but then Sun attacked him with the poison needle. That opportunity was lost, but perhaps there was another...
The demon walked down the hallway to Yellow 4. The door was locked, and there was a keypad on the wall next to it.
Bub didn't bother with the keypad. Regular doors he could handle. He turned around and gave it a quick kick with his massive hoof. The door burst inward.
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