She stared at him. “Are you kidding?” She was finally able to grab at a normal touchstone again. Science. The solution to the Detroit Flu. All right here. “Anyone see a laptop anywhere?”
“Over there,” Simon said pointing to a work area hidden from her view by a cheap microwave.
She stood on shaky legs and started walking. Hank hovered beside her, a hand outstretched just in case. She didn’t need it, and he didn’t force the issue by touching her anyway, which actually made her sad. She really wanted him to hold her, but she was afraid that if she crumpled now, she’d never stop screaming.
So she sat down in front of Dr. Oltheten’s computer and started typing. Lucky her, the guy didn’t have password protection. What he did have was layers and layers of data that she could sink into until she forgot absolutely everything else.
“Don’t look at it now,” Simon interrupted. “Just point at what you want to keep. I want us out of here in twenty minutes.”
“Yeah,” agreed Hank. Then he looked at Cecilia and added an explanation. “We didn’t get the wolf alpha, just some of his men.” She stared at him, the message still not computing so he tried again. “They could come back at any moment.”
The wolves back here. She swallowed and closed up the laptop.
“Get a box. I’ll show you what we need to take.”
