|I'm here a lot lately.
||[Jul. 28th, 2005|10:29 pm]
|||||Falconer: En Kungens Man||]|
So, these were the results, then. A body, dragged over god knows what and gravel and tar for a distance of some thousand feet, loaded onto a gurney, shoved into a van, driven here.
Who can say what damage was inflicted during its journey to the van; light enough as it was to be carried, the question had to be asked. I raised my eyes to Harris's, mouth slightly open, as I ran a hand along the corpse's back, pressing at the skin to check surface tension, or lack thereof.
"Effective, isn't it," Harris mused, seeming to miss my question. He reached into a box mounted to the wall, pulling out a pair of latex gloves. "Pity, really," he said, snapping the first glove on. "That the body was dragged, I mean," he went on as he snapped on the other glove, and reached up to angle the light slightly. "Only does more of the same damage, but... I'd still like to see one of these intact."
I prodded the body to determine my chances of flipping it over; my answer was a seepage of blood and pus from a lesion in the body's side. Some fat lipids seeped out as well, at a faster rate. I stepped back, not wanting to leave poor Jim with nothing to work with.
"Liquification. We've seen this."
Harris nodded. "Yeah. After. But I don't think you've seen it quite like this."
I frowned. "No exit wound; nothing suggestive of an - alien birthing itself through the host."
"Right," Harris said. "And this is more - none of the usual DNA signatures are present indicating alien involvement - the titers are all negative. Which is weird. Everything we've gotten back from them so far has had some of the, what did Anida say it was in that famous report - junk DNA." He separated the hair on the back of the skull, showing me where he'd drilled into the brain to get samples. "Brain's intact, too - also weird. None of the neural net - framework - that we'd encountered before. Nothing at all."
I looked up at him. "Are you saying this might have come from - someplace other than Roush, then?"
"Quite possibly," Harris replied.
I nearly choked on the air. I'd been called back because of them - because of Roush, and the first thing I see isn't --
"Where's the Roush material?" I asked, narrowing my eyes slightly.
"They already took it away," Harris said darkly, shaking his head. "But you already know about all that. Routine stuff. This - this is new."
Whatever this was, this was indeed new, I thought, looking down at the corpse. The problem was, I wasn't at all sure "new" was what I wanted. I had enough to deal with, checking out the "old."
"There was one survivor," Harris said lightly.
I straightened. "Where is he?"
"She," Jim said, looking away. "They took her away, too."
I sighed. "I'm really not in the mood for this."
"But they brought her back," he said, with a sudden glint to his eyes. "Or, someone did, anyway. Or something. They brought her back."