Chapter 111
Chelsea wanted to stay calm, but General Ogden was making her so angry.
Chelsea, the general said, we should just leave him alone.
She said nothing. He stood there, waiting for her to speak. The plastic on the Winnebagos floor was torn in places, kicked aside in others. Covered with tacky blood, it still crinkled under General Ogdens feet. Little b.l.o.o.d.y tentacle tracks lined the walls and the burnt-orange fabric on the seats and couches.
I want the boogeyman dead.
Cant you block him? Like Chauncey did?
Im trying, but its hard. I dont know how yet. He could come for me before I figure it out.
The gate will be done in about three hours, he said. We dont have to show our hand. Even with the rest of the men driving down from g.a.y.l.o.r.d, we have too few soldiers for a real fight.
She just stared at him. What did he know, anyway? He was just the general. Chelsea was in charge. If she said they had enough soldiers, they had enough soldiers, and that was that.
What about the other soldiers back home? The ones you left to deal with Whiskey Company?
Thats just eighteen men, Chelsea, Ogden said. They have to go up against a hundred twenty men and do enough damage to take Whiskey Company out of the picture.
Well, if you have eighteen, then
A voice called from outside the Winnebago, stopping Chelsea in midsentence.
The strange, deep new voice of Mommy.
Chelsea! May I please talk to you?
Mommy used her mouth, not her thoughts, which meant she was upset, confused.
Chelsea sighed. She would have to get up and walk outside. Mommy was already having trouble fitting through the Winnebagos door. Chelsea lifted Fluffy and set him down on the couch.
You stay, Fluffy. Stay!
She didnt have to speak out loud to Fluffy, but it was more fun. Thats how you talked to puppies, in the special voice so they knew you loved them.
Come with me, General.
Chelsea walked out of the Winnebagos side door and into the buildings cold winter air. Ogden followed her. They both looked at Mommy.
Mommy seemed sad.
h.e.l.lo, Mommy.
Chelsea, honey, Mommy said. Somethings wrong. Wrong with me. Maybe with my crawlers?
Chelsea shook her head. No, Mommy. Nothing is wrong.
Mommy started to cry a little. She was such a baby.
But... look at me, she said. It hurts. Im not pretty anymore. It
Pain brings you closer to G.o.d, Mommy. Dont you want to be closer to me?
Mommy nodded. Of course, but baby, just look at Mommy for a second. If this keeps going, Mommy is going to... to...
Youll serve G.o.d, Mommy, Chelsea said. Youll see, it will be so cool. Bye-bye now, Mommy. Bye-bye.
Mommy turned, slowly, and walked away.
Chelsea turned to stare up at General Ogden. You dont know anything, she said. Youre just a general. Im the boss of you. I want you to kill the boogeyman. I want it!
But Chelsea... most of our men are already on their way here.
Then take some of the eighteen you left back home and send them to kill the boogeyman. And tell them to rescue my hatchlings, toowe cant make those anymore.
But Chelsea, that will leave only nine men for the sneak attack on Whiskey Company. Thats just not enough.
You think youre so smart. Beck Beckett thought he was smart. If you dont start behaving, I can make you look just like Mommy.
Ogdens face turned white. He opened his mouth to speak, then closed it. The general glanced at Mommy. She was still walking away, still crying. He looked back at Chelsea.
Tell Dustin Climer to split his eighteen men, he said. Tell him to lead the attack on Dawsey. Corporal Cope can continue to Detroit as planned.
Chelsea closed her eyes, then pushed her thoughts to Mr. Cope and Mr. Climer. It was so much easier now, so much faster.
It is done. Now go make sure the rest of your men are ready for the contingency plan.
She turned and walked back into the Winnebagos heat. Mommy started to cry louder, but Chelsea shut the door and then she couldnt hear it anymore.
DOUBLE DOSE
The little b.a.s.t.a.r.ds were fighting back.
She was in the d.a.m.n suit again, in the cramped containment cell with Dr. Dan. Clarence stood outside the open gla.s.s door. If Sanchez could somehow pull free from his restraints, Clarence wouldnt even have a clear shot. That p.i.s.sed Clarence off, but Margaret didnt give a s.h.i.+t.
The latrunculin had worked, no question, but Sanchezs body wasnt the wide-open killing field it had been at first. Some of the crawlers seemed resistant to the drug, and those were splitting, dividing. It wasnt mitosis, nothing so elegantthe little b.a.s.t.a.r.ds simply split into two smaller versions, each of which grabbed and incorporated free-floating muscle strands that broke away from dead crawlers. Under the microscope it was like watching a ma.s.s of tiny snakes entwining with each other, merging, becoming a collective organism.
She felt a sensation of dreadif the crawlers developed resistance to latrunculin, then she had no weapons that could keep Sanchez alive. If that happened, the only way to stop them was to kill the host.
Hes getting weaker, Dan said. Breath rate is increasing, pulse is getting a little erratic.
Shed doubled the dosage, and that had helped, but the crawlers were still in there, still heading for his brain.
How many had already made it?
Shed stayed ahead of this whole thing by trusting her instincts, following her gut. And right now her gut told her that if enough crawlers reached Sanchezs brain, there would be no coming back.
Hed be permanently changed. Just like Betty Jewell. And wasnt death better than that?