Caliban Cove by Perry S. D. Resident evil (Game)

Author:Perry, S. D.,Resident evil (Game) [PERRY, S.D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781781161869
Publisher: Random House Publisher Services
Published: 2012-08-07T23:50:00+00:00

NINE

As Steve read aloud, Rebecca saw David glance between his watch and the door several times. She didn’t think it had been ten minutes, but it had to be close. John and Karen weren’t back yet.

“‘…where each is designed to measure application of logic, as combined index projective techniques with interval precision…”

It was rather dry reading, apparently a facility report on the analysis of some kind of I.Q. test. It had obviously been written by a scientist—was, in fact, the kind of boring double talk that a lot of researchers tended to fall into when trying to explain anything more complicated than a chair. Still, it was what had come up when Steve had asked for information on “blue series.” Since the room had yielded little else, Rebecca forced herself to pay attention, fighting off the nagging, quiet fear that had settled over her during the fruitless search.

Somebody had cleaned out the room, and done a very thorough job of it. She’d found books, staplers, pens and pencils, a ton of rubber bands and paper clips—but not a single piece of paper with writing on it, not a scrap of information to work with. Steve’s computer search wasn’t much better; no map and nothing at all on the T-Virus. Whoever had taken over the facility had apparently wiped out everything they might’ve been able to use.

Except for a shitload of dull psycho-babble, which so far hasn’t even mentioned the word blue. How are we supposed to accomplish anything here?

Steve touched a key, then brightened considerably. “Here we go—

“‘The red series, when looked at on a standardized scale, is the most basic and simple, applicable up to an intelligence quotient of 80. The green series—’”

He broke off, frowning. “The screen just went blank.”

Rebecca looked up from the mostly empty desk she’d been going through as David walked over to join Steve.

“System crash?” he asked worriedly.

Steve was still frowning, tapping at keys. “More like a program freeze. I don’t think—hello, what’s this?”

“Rebecca,” David said quietly, motioning for her to come look.

She closed a drawer full of blank, unlabeled file folders and moved over to stand behind Steve, bending down to read what was on the monitor.

The man who makes it doesn’t need it. The man who buys it doesn’t want it. The man who uses it doesn’t know it.

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