They didn't reach Boston until two o'clock in the morning. Thalia was really tired when she climbed into bed at the hotel they were staying at, while Dean immediately fell asleep when his head hit the pillow, but she couldn't even fall asleep no matter how hard she tried. Because that day was full of action, her brain refused to shut down. Just now they landed at a small airport where some cargo planes land there, then they took a taxi to the car rental agency. They rented a car there under her new name - Nathalia Preston - which is also the name on her driver's license. Three hours later, she and Dean had checked into this hotel, and now here she was, wide awake, staring up at the ceiling and wondering what horrors tomorrow would bring. The bad things that happened always kept going back and forth in her mind like a bad nightmare. The clinic they founded is now ashes. As well as her close friends. What's worse is that her life is also in danger. And in between those gruesome images
"We're good friends. Every time I have a break, I actually come here to visit him at school." She seemed to be shaking when she said this to Dean. "Do you think they will also be watching Franco so that I might be able to come here?""Yes. That's why we should be careful." He said. "And so I don't look like a fool when we meet this guy, maybe you could tell me what microbiologists do?"She cracked a smile, knowing he was trying to take her mind off the scary scenarios he'd just painted. "Well, Fanco's expertise actually lies in virology, which is a subfield of microbiology," she explained. "Basically, he studies viruses.""How viruses work, how they spread - that type of stuff?""Pretty much, except it was more complex than that. He also focuses on the virus's evolution, the way it interacts with the host organisms, the way it reproduces. And along with that, he tries to develop more efficient ways to isolate a virus and culture it so it can be studied." She laughed. "Most of it is wa
Franco stared intently at the vial. "What's this?""That's what we were hoping you'd tell us," Thalia said flatly."I'm confused here, Tali. I thought you weren't coming here for another six months. Why aren't you at the clinic?""First, I need to know, has anyone come around asking about me?" she asked, shooting him a grave look. "Like cops, military, government officials?""What? No." Amazement trickled from his voice. "Should I be expecting someone?""Maybe," she admitted. "People might be looking for me, sir Franco. And if anyone comes by, you can't tell them I was here.""All right. Now I'm worried. What's going on, Tali?"With a heavy breath, she gave him the short version of the story. He interrupted more than once, and several times his eyes widened or his mouth fell open. She knew how farfetched it all sounded, yet to Franco's credit, he kept his skepticism to a minimum."Are you sure those people died from a virus, Tali? You said so yourself, you never saw the bodies."Dean
Two days later, Thalia paced the carpeted floor in the hotel room, biting her bottom lip and forcing herself not to panic. Eight hours had passed since Franco's last call and she was really worried. "Why didn't he call again?" She said to Dean. Dean was lying in the center of the bed with his arms propped behind his head, wearing nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants. His bare chest gleamed beneath the dim ceiling lamp, but not even his deliciously tight six-pack abs could ease her distress. "I'm sure he's just running some more tests," Dean replied. "Isn't that what he said yesterday, do you remember?""Yes, I still remember. But if I'm basing it on his voice, Dean, he looks scared. I heard his voice the same way earlier. It must be the results."Sinking down on the edge of the mattress, she studied Dean's unruffled expression and shook her head in dismay. "Why don't you seem worried at all?""Because we don't gain anything from worrying. I don't operate on what if's. I just focus
Thalia also panicked while they were on their way to Harvard. She was really nervous because Franco didn't even mention a little detail about the water sample. Whatever he discovers, it doesn't look good. Sure enough, when they got to the lab after twenty minutes, the frantic look in her former professor's eyes was impossible to miss. That afternoon he was wearing a white coat, and Thalia noticed the stain of blood on his right breast pocket. Where does the blood come from? "Thanks for getting here so fast," Franco said and the professor led them to the back of his laboratory. Thalia felt the color drain from her face as they approached a table with half a dozen cages on it. The cages were small and covered with protective plastic wrap, and each one contained wood chips, a plastic wheel, and a dead mouse. But maybe the mouse is not dead and it is just sleeping. Maybe she thinks it in advance. But Franco's forbidding expression said otherwise. "It's bad, isn't it?" She immediatel
"I need coffee." Thalia said as she unbuckled her seat belt and turned to Dean, who looked as anxious as she did. Ever since they found out about Franco's findings, she hasn't been at ease anymore. This virus looks even more dangerous than she thought. Cell degeneration within twenty-fours of infection? Death after twenty-eight hours? It was really alarming especially that humans have the same effect on rats. "Shall we go to the coffee shop on the other side of campus?" Dean suggested in her declaration earlier. "Please," she said gratefully. After a few minutes, Dean parked in front of the coffee shop. "I'll risk the ticket as long as I get a caffeine fix," he explained after seeing Thalia's shocked face. "And of course, food. We need to buy some food."They entered the coffee shop, and Thalia inhaled the fragrant aroma of coffee, the scent of freshly baked bread, and fresh fruits. Thalia saw the barista blending fruits to make a smoothie for the waiting customer. She and Dean
Dean, on the other hand, seemed to have no problems with his appetite. Because he finished his sandwich in a matter of minutes, he ate three more muffins before drinking his coffee. She tracked the movements of his strong, callused hands as he wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin, as he brought his cup to his sensual lips, as his throat worked to swallow his coffee. Dean is definitely an attractive guy. So masculine and so magnetic. Everything about this man intrigued her - his messy black hair and his seductive eyes. She could look at that sexy, rugged face for hours. Catching her staring, Dean's lips quirked in a grin. "Do I have a dirt in my face?""Nothing. I was just thinking about how sexy you are," she admitted honestly and felt her face turns red. "That's why I really wonder why no girl is obsessed with you.""Maybe because I'm easygoing," he said with a shrug. Something about his tone brought a tug of suspicion. "Are you? Are you really easygoing, Dean, or...or are
Thalia's mouth fell open. She then grabbed the remote from Dean and turned up the volume. "The network just received a video from the United Freedom Fighters, a revolutionary group based in San Jose," the male reporter continued. "Just minutes ago, this network as well as several others received a video from what is believed to be a militant faction of the UFF. They claim to have splintered from their counterparts and are taking full responsibility for the deaths in Tuxie, New York.""What the hell is going on?" Dean burst out, raking a hand through his hair. "How could any member of the UFF be linked to the virus?"Thalia had no answer for that. He just stared at the screen, feeling more and more anxious by the minute. "The tape is currently being edited by our producers, as it contains content that may not be suitable for all audiences," the anchor was saying. Dean quickly changed the channel, until he found the network that was speedier with the airing of that tape. A man's fumi