James Rollins - The 6th Extinction

She checked her watch.

How long are they going to keep me here?

The Marine who had rescued her — Gunnery Sergeant Samuel Drake — had told her she would be debriefed by someone from Washington. Yet it had been over an hour since she had arrived here.

So where the hell is this guy?

The base commander had stopped to check in on her, asking her some questions, but she had stonewalled him. She would tell her story once, but only after getting some answers first.

A scuff and rattle drew her attention back to the door.

Finally…

She withdrew a few steps and crossed her arms, ready for a fight. The door opened, but it was not the man she had been expecting. Gunnery Sergeant Drake entered. He looked refreshed, his dark brown hair wet and combed back. He wore a loose pair of khaki trousers and a matching T-shirt that clung tightly across his chest, exposing muscular arms.

While she wanted to be perturbed at the intrusion, she found her arms uncrossing, doing her best to look casual. She was sure she failed miserably.

He smiled at her, which didn’t help matters.

“Just bringing a gift from a friend,” he said, his voice a deep bass that felt warmer than before, no longer curt and hardened by the weight of command. “Thought maybe you’d be willing to share.”

He lifted an arm to reveal a large brown paper sack, slightly damp along the bottom edge.

“What is it?” She took a step closer, then a familiar aroma struck her.

It can’t be .

“Baby back ribs from Bodie Mike’s Barbecue,” he confirmed. “Also coleslaw and fries.”

“How…?” she asked, stammering in confusion.

He grinned wider, showing perfect teeth. “We’ve got people flying back and forth between here and Mono Lake, coordinating the evacuation. It seems a friend of yours decided to send back a care package from Lee Vining before the town was evacuated. He thought you might be hungry after all of the excitement.”

Only one person knew she was here.

She smiled for the first time in what seemed like ages. “Bill, I could kiss you.”

Drake’s dark eyes twinkled with amusement. “If you want, I’m sure I could relay that back to him?”

“How about I just split the fries with you instead?” She moved to one of the desks.

“What about the ribs?”

“Nope. They’re all mine.”

He shifted a desk closer and swung a leg over the chair to sit next to her. As he ripped open the bag, she quickly found her appetite again. She was halfway through the slab of the ribs, with Nikko firmly at her knee, a hopeful expression fixed on his face, when the door opened again.

A contingent of strangers entered. It had to be the party from D.C. After waiting for so long, she now wished they’d leave and come back later.

She wiped her fingers.

Drake stood quickly and stiffly as the base commander entered with the others. “Colonel Bozeman.”

“At ease, Drake.” The commander looked to be in his early sixties, with silver hair to match the eagle resting above rows of colorful ribbons on his khaki shirt. His eyes settled on the half-finished meal. “Didn’t mean to interrupt, Ms. Beck, but this is Director Painter Crowe, an adjunct with DARPA. He has some questions before we get you back to your fellow rangers.”

The man’s two companions were introduced. They were clearly related, likely brother and sister, maybe even twins, but she concentrated on the man in front. The newcomer had black hair, with a single lock gone snowy white and tucked behind an ear. His complexion was clearly of Native American heritage, but his sharp blue eyes hinted at some European blood in there, too. She wanted to snap at him, but something in his manner defused her. Maybe it was the shadow of a welcoming smile or the intelligent glint to those eyes. This was clearly no meddling bureaucrat or condescending intelligence agent.

Still, she found her hand covering the phone in her pocket.

I want answers .

Crowe turned to the colonel. “Could we have some privacy?”

“Certainly.” Bozeman waved to Drake. “Let’s give them the room.”

Drake followed him out, but not before bumping his fist with the blond man who remained leaning against the door. “Good to see you, Josh.”

“Wish it was under better circumstances.”

“Me, too.” He grinned broadly. “But that’s why they pay us the big bucks, isn’t it?”

As the two Marines left and the door closed, Crowe turned his laser focus back to Jenna. “Ms. Beck, you’ve been through a lot, but I was hoping you could give us some additional information about what happened tonight. Run through events in as much detail as possible. I’m especially curious about the group of men who attacked you atop the hill.”

She stood her ground. “Not before you tell me what really was going on inside that research station. It’s put the entire basin at risk. Not only the fragile ecosystem here that took millennia to build, but also endangering my friends and colleagues.”

“I wish I could tell you,” he answered.

“Wish or won’t?”

“To be honest, we don’t know the exact nature of the work. The base was headed by Dr. Kendall Hess, a very secretive fellow.”

Jenna frowned, remembering the astrobiologist who had come down to Mono Lake. She recalled her conversation with him over a cup of coffee at Bodie Mike’s. Even back then, she’d been struck by how guarded he was, how carefully he chose his words.

“I met him,” she admitted. “When he was collecting core samples of the mud at the bottom of the lake.”

Crowe turned back to his companion, Lisa Cummings. He silently communicated with her, as if the two were judging if this detail was important or not.

Jenna glanced between them, her frown deepening. “What was Dr. Hess working on?”

Crowe faced her again. “All we know for sure is that he was studying and experimenting with exotic life-forms.”

“Extremophiles,” Jenna said with a nod, remembering the details of their brief talk. “He said he was looking for unusual organisms — bacteria, protozoa — anything that might have developed unique strategies to survive in harsh environments.”

Lisa stepped closer. “More specifically he was investigating shadow biospheres, environments where nonstandard life might exist in secret. We believe his interest in this area came about after some NASA scientists found bacteria in Mono Lake that could be trained to live on arsenic.”

Jenna understood. “So that’s why Dr. Hess chose this location.”

Crowe nodded. “Perhaps to continue that line of research, or even take it a step farther. We believe he might have been trying to engineer something new, something that never existed on this planet.”

“And it got loose.”

“That’s what we believe, but we don’t know if it was an industrial accident, lab error, or something more malicious.”

Jenna rubbed Nikko. He remained calm and relaxed at her side, showing no tension. He plainly felt no wariness in the presence of these strangers. Over the years, she had grown to trust her partner’s judgment of character. Along with that, she sensed no subterfuge in the trio’s manner and appreciated their willingness to share information.

Taking a chance, she opened herself up a bit. “I don’t believe it was an accident, Director Crowe.”

“Painter is fine, but why do you think that?”

“I saw a helicopter leaving the base between the time the mayday was sent out and when everything went to hell. It was the same helicopter that offloaded a squad of mercenaries atop that hill. They must have spotted me fleeing from the toxic cloud.”

“And went after you to eliminate the only witness.”