Virus Attack by Andy Briggs

Author:Andy Briggs
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Walker Books
Published: 2008-09-15T16:00:00+00:00

A rat the size of Pete’s foot sniffed around a skeleton shackled to the far wall. Pete couldn’t tear his eyes from the rodent: he was terrified of rats. The skeleton had been there for some time, and Pete could not help but notice that its bones had been gnawed. He wondered if the rats had eaten the prisoner alive.

He’d woken up in the small cell; the last thing he remembered was being in his own backyard. He had no idea where he was now. The air was cloying. The walls were crafted from large thick blocks that fitted tightly together and the iron door looked as if it had been added as an afterthought. His wristband had been torn from his arm, leaving an angry red blotch. His hands were bound with unusual cuffs that had a small numeric pad between them. He recognized Emily’s description of them as power-dampening handcuffs that Doc Tempest had forced her to wear once when she had been held captive.

The door opened and Trojan stood with her hands on her hips, casting a skeptical look at Pete.

“Come on, kiddo. Somebody wants to speak to you.”

For a change, Pete thought bitterly, but he didn’t say a word as he stepped from the cell into a narrow, steeply sloping corridor. It was no cooler out there.

Trojan shoved him in the back. “Walk! And no funny business.”

Pete couldn’t think of any funny quips to throw at her. His thoughts were dark. Abandoned by his friends and facing the prospect of his parents splitting up made him feel as if there was nothing worth returning to. Maybe he should defect to the bad guys for a while. At least he’d be on the winning side. Right now he just didn’t care what they were going to do with him.

The stone passage sloped up and Pete got the sense he was walking in a square spiral. It ended at another iron door that was thick with rust. Trojan had to use her shoulder to open this one and gestured for Pete to walk through first. The new room was a stark contrast to what Pete had seen before. It was large, well lit, and paneled with brown tiles. One wall was open and offered a stunning view across a rich jungle canopy. Vividly colored parrots flew past in a large flock.

But Pete’s attention was drawn back into the room. Basilisk and Worm stood around a central control column that sat on pneumatic arms, revealing a reclining chair bolted to the floor and surrounded by cables with dry ice drifting from them. Once the column came down it would clearly seal the chair, and its occupant, inside.

“That will be all, Trojan,” said Worm. The squat man didn’t notice the rude gesture she made behind his back as she left the room, pulling the door closed behind her.

“What is this place?” Pete asked. His dark mood had banished any feelings of fear.

Worm gestured to the chair. “A cryogenic storage chamber. Sit.

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