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Night of the Comet

Chapter 11 – Grey is the new black

No One's POV

After going with Dr. Rosen and the think tank guards, Trina Vega got in their helicopter and took off. When her dad was in the military, he had taken her up in a Blackhawk, so the trip was nothing new. Instead she looked down at the city below, looking for some movement, some sign of life.

For Trina, convinced she'd be a world famous superstar,, it gave her rather hollow and empty feeling. How can you be world famous when there was no world? But she wasn't all that selfish as her now departed friends came to mind. She wondered if they suffered, what their last moments were like and prayed silently that they had gone quickly.

But down below as the city passed into the suburbs, there was just more of the same; an empty, lifeless place, that was once a city. After a while, she couldn't look anymore and looked to the red dustfilled sky, which the setting sun, made look almost crimson in color.

In time, they passed out into the desert and landed in fenced in compound with a few drab looking cinderblock buildings. Her first impression was not a good one.

Dr. Rosen escorted her out of the chopper and into the center building where they entered an elevator.

"We'd like to give you a full medical work up, Miss Vega, but I'm sure you'd like a chance to shower and get cleaned up. Plus we have some hot coffee and food. " Dr. Rosen said as he pressed a button marked, Living quarters.

"Yes, I haven't showered since Friday and I do feel a bit ripe. I gotta look my best at all times you know."

"Of course."

In the living quarters they led her to a small room with a bed, desk and a small bathroom with a shower.

"Feel free to use the shower, there is soap and shampoo." He then pointed to a small phone on the wall. "When you're done, just press 7 and one of the nurses will escort you to the exam room. Again I'd like to thank you for aiding us. Helping to find out what caused people to survive, will be an enormous help to our research. I'll leave you."

As he left, Trina reflected on Dr. Rosen, he was pleasant and polite but at the same time he seemed just a bit phony, but then again a lot of people are like that, so she quickly dismissed it.

She showered and cleaned up, which made her feel a 1000% better then dialed to go to the medical lab. A nurse named, Lori, with red hair took her out of the living areas to the next floor down which was marked, Labs/work areas.

While her first impression of the place was not a good one, as she moved further into the underground facility, that impression only got worse.

The whole complex was the most drab and dull place she had ever been in. Grey walls, grey floors, grey furniture, grey ceilings, no art work, no decorations, it very utilitarian with the 3 primary colors being grey, greyish white and greyish black. Not to mention it was very dimly lit.

It wasn't like some musty basement, it was all very clean, sterile and functional, but the place felt depressing and she felt almost as if the place was physical draining the life out of her.

"They spend all this cash building this whole underground bunker and they don't bother to put up so much as a single poster or a potted plant. It's a crime." Thought Trina.

In the exam room, she was met older female doctor named Dr. Scott. There she was poked, prodded, had a blood sample taken, urine sample taken and think she had nearly every test known to man run on her.

After that she was taken to a conference room with a large table with several chairs and a second smaller table in the corner with a desktop computer on it. There, Dr. Stone, started to ask questions about her medical history, how she survived, what she did after, the questions were long, boring and endless.

At one point she looked up and in the doorway, saw two children who smiled at her. One was an Asian girl of about 8, holding a stuffed bunny and a Caucasian boy of about 11, holding a football. It occurred to Trina that this was the first smiles she'd seen anyone give her the whole time she was there.

Trina smiled back and asked Dr. Stone. "Who are they, part of the think tank?"

Dr. Stone looked up from his notes, "No, survivors, like yourself."

At this point a female nurse, came along, ushered the children along and shut the door.

"Now on to the next question, Miss Vega. Have you ever had hepatitis."

Trina chuckled. "No but I had mono once though, got it from this guy named Randy Sharp."

Dr. Stone, not looking even slightly amused, simply ticked something off the form ahead of him and went onto the next question.

"Are you pregnant?"

Trina chuckled again, only harder. "For a while I thought I was, Randy sharp again. Damn he was good."

Again, Dr. Stone, didn't so much as smirk.

"Where is my sister, is she coming soon?" As Trina before Dr. Stone could speak again.

"She'll be along soon, don't worry, now have you ever had mumps."

As Trina kept answering questions she thought more about the place and its people. The place was bad enough, but the people were all wearing these horrible, greyish white jumpsuits. Now to Trina there were three types of people. People with fashion sense, such as herself, people with Bad fashion sense, such as Jade and the last category, which included these think tank people; that is people with no fashion sense at all.

Added on top of that they all looked very busy, dull and not one of them so much as smiled, gave her a creepy feeling. Bad fashion sense could be forgiven or at least pitied, but no fashion sense, just didn't sit right with her. It was a thing with Trina, as she never really liked people with no fashion sense; they just weren't right in her opinion.

Increasingly Trina found herself doubting the sincerity of these, humorless and fashion challenged people with no decorating skills whatsoever.

Dr. Stone asked more questions and eventually started to rub his eyes. Pausing, he pulled out a pair of sunglasses and put them on; Ugly cheap dime store sunglasses, which only furthered Trina's doubts.

Finally the elder Vega concluded. "No one this fashioned challenged, should even remotely be trusted."

"Dr. Stone, where's my sister?" Trina asked sharply.

The door opened, and Dr. Rosen stuck his head in. "Dr. Stone, can I have a word with you."

Getting up from the table, Dr. Stone looked to Trina. "You're sister is dead."

Trina's jaw dropped in disbelief. "What?"

"She had been exposed and in 48 hours she would have died anyway. It was quite painless, I can assure you."

While the news was shocking, what really struck her was the matter of fact way he dropped the news, like he was simply telling someone where the nearest McDonald's was.

Though she was grief stricken, Trina decided to go with her gut and get out of this horrid place. Walking to the conference room door, she turned the knob, only do discover, it was locked.


Meanwhile on the same level the two children were with two dark haired nurses, in yet another room filled with medical equipment. Unknown to the children they were getting ready to put the children under so brain death could be induced.

The first nurse, who was slightly taller and had nametag that said, LePage, whispered to her colleague. "We won't get much blood out of these children."

The second one, whose nametag read, Brownback, shrugged, "Too bad, we'll get more out of the girl. Cute kids are they."

LePage nodded. "Oh yes."

Brownback then turned, smiled at the boy and checked his heartbeat. "Really strong, that's great?"

"Will there be any shots?" Asked the boy.

Brownback smiled reassuringly. "No shot's, I promise."


A short while away, Dr. Rosen was speaking to Dr. Stone in the hallway. "Dr. Stone, we have a problem, technician Abbott can't be located. He may have already transitioned."

Dr. Stone quickly gritted his teeth, barely containing his anger. "See if the guards can find him and get those children and the girl prepped. We need their blood to develop the serum or we're next. Some of us need that serum now. So Move!"

Dr. Rosen went back to the conference room, unlocked the door and entered. He could see Trina sitting in the chair at the far end of the room, her head lowered and very sad expression on face.

"I'm very sorry, Miss Vega. If we could have done anything we would have."

Other than shaking her head, Trina said nothing.

Then Dr. Rosen looked and saw the small table with the desktop computer in the far corner had been tipped over and it looked like the computer dumped on the floor.

Walking over to the small table, he sternly lectured the girl. "It won't help to take your aggression out on a computer. It's very immature."

Still Trina didn't answer and looking very disappointed, Dr. Rosen turned away from Trina and went to put right, the computer and table.

But as Dr. Rosen leaned over, he noticed the computers keyboard, was missing. He didn't have much time to think it over however, as a second later, Trina smashed him over the head with it. Trina then followed up with a quick Judo chop, knocking him out. One fact that Trina didn't tell them; she was a black belt in judo.

"Asshole." Trina said quietly as he crept out of the room.


Back up on the surface, 12 minutes earlier.

The fence surrounding the compound was an electrified chain link fence, with barbed wire on top. At the main gate, there was a light on a post and a small windowed guard shack. where a single guard, a very large man, with a M-16 sat.

Seeing a light out of the corner of his eye, he turned to look down the single road that lead through the arid desert up to the compound itself.

Sure enough, a single pair of headlight of an approaching vehicle could be seen driving up the road towards the compound. He knew that none of the vehicles belonging to the think tank were out, so he clicked the safety off of his weapon, stepped out of the guard shack and up to the fence.

A few seconds later, a brand new, tan, US Army Humvee drove up to the gate and glided to a halt. The guard watched suspicously as a single figure stepped out of the drivers spot and stepped into the light.

The figure was Jade, who was wearing the crisp, clean uniform of a US Army corporal, her hair was back in a neat ponytail and her lone piercing removed.

The Goth, took a quick look at the compound with a discerning eye. "Are you those think tank people?" Said Jade, in her best Texas drawl, as she stood to attention in a perfect Military style.

"Yes we are, Identify yourself" responded the guard.

"US Army Corporal, Carmilla Belle, At your service, I have orders to deliver one civilian test subject to your facility." Jade made a point to not only speak in a Texas drawl, but to really put some military swagger in her voice and mannerisms. This was the role of a lifetime and she really put threw herself into it.

The guard eyed Jade with noticeable skepticism. "I don't know anything about any delivery."

Jade took a step closer to the gate. "You look ex-military am I right?"

The guard nodded, rolled up his sleeve to reveal a USMC, Bulldog tattoo. "Marines."

Jade smirked. "Some of the finest people I've met are marines. My cousin Max is a marine, dam proud of him. I would have joined myself, but family tradition was the Army and I didn't want to disappoint them. Look you know how it goes in the service. You do something and don't ask questions. Here I was the other night, ready to go to a comet party and barbeque and we all get ordered to go into some bunker. No explanation just get in and when we come out, all the civilians are dust. Now at 1500 this afternoon, I was given one unconscious female and given orders to deliver her to some Dr. Stone here.. Something about, you guys needed medical test subjects. They probably were supposed to tell you but, they forgot, you know how it goes. We grunts are always the last to know, am I right solider?"

With a definite chuckle, the guard nodded. "That's for sure."

"Well good. How about you come out here and help me unload her so I can get back to base. Their showing American Sniper tonight and dam I don't want to miss that. Greatest film ever. I cry every time I see it. Makes me proud to be an American. I hoped the comet wiped all those Iraqi bastards out." Jade hated saying that last bit, but she needed to play her part .

"Sure, I'll open the gate. My name is Walker by the way. Erwin C." The guard said, as he walked to his guard shack and pressed a button. Then as the gate started to pull open, the guard walked out. Jade also noted, he left his weapon in the guard shack.

Jade first handed him a clipboard with a long piece of paper, that had lots small legal type print. "Sorry, but you have to sign for her. You know how the military is, they do love their paperwork."

Walker grabbed the clipboard, "Yes, I lost my helmet once and had to fill out 4 different forms to get a new one."

It was here that Jade had to bite her lip, because if Walker bothered to read the paper, he'd realize it was actually, the warranty for a dishwasher.

Walker however, just signed the form and handed it back to Jade.

Tossing her clipboard back into the Humvee, Jade smiled. "Come round the back, we'll open her up, you can take her and I can get going. Bony thing she is, barely even any tit's on this one. Just little skeeterbites."

With a huge laugh, Walker started to move around the back of the Humvee.

Jade then walked around and opened the back hatch of the Humvee, then stepped back "Take a look, she's in perfect health. Other than the small boobs" Joked Jade.

The guard smirked and leaned over into the vehicle to see Tori, eyes closed lying on a blanket.

"She looks kind of dead to me."

Jade at this point, removed a pistol with silencer that had been hidden rear waste band of her pants.

Carefully aiming the weapon at the back of the Walker's head, Jade squeezed the trigger and quipped. "But you are…."

With a soft thiffft sound, the bulled entered the guards head and he fell neatly the ground.

"He's dead Vega. No one saw a thing and no alarm has been raised. They don't know we're here. Damn, I was good tonight. Perfect performance."

Tori then sat up and shot Jade an almost glacially cold glare, "You apologize to my girls right now!"

Jade, suddenly remembering how sensitive Tori was about her "Girls" slapped herself on the forehead. "Seriously, not the time Vega."

Tori just crossed her arms and huffed. "Jade, apologize or you won't be touching them for at least 6 months."

Jade groaned "I'm sorry I insulted your boobs. They're real and they're spectacular and love them more than any other pair on the planet. Happy now?"

Tori hopped out of the Humvee and surveyed Jade's work, then looked back to Jade. "That's acceptable, but my girls, their feelings are still a bit hurt, so you'll be showing them some extra love and attention when we're done here. Lot's of extra love and attention."

Jade leaned to Tori looked at her directly in the eye. "Assuming neither of us gets our head blown off or eaten by a psycho scientist, while we're yapping about your…wonderful breasts…can we get moving, we more people to kill."

Satisfied, Tori grinned. "Ok."

Jade then leaned over and grabbed the guard's feet. "Grab his hands, Come on, let's prop him up in the little guard shack. As long as any of the guards don't look to close, they'll think he's still alive. Dr. Hill's notes said there could be a few patrolling around."

"You mean, we give him Weekend at Bernie's treatment."

"Exactly and I'll never forgive you for making me watch that stupid movie."

Tori waived a finger in Jade's face. "You took the sex I offered in exchange for watching the movie, with as I recall, great gusto; especially where you sat on my face, so get over it."

The Goth simply rolled her eyes and grabbed the now dead guard's feet. "Just grab his arms, we can bicker about sex later. "

Tori smirked and grabbed the dead man's arms. "It's been a few months; we'll be doing more than bickering. But you're right, let's get moving, cause It's clobberin time."

Under her breath the Goth muttered. "It's going to be a long night!"