“There’ll be pharmaceutical reference numbers, tell you what’s in each of the capsules,” Marnie said. “Only trouble is, we don’t know what the numbers mean. They could contain anything.”
“And we don’t have one of those guns,” Gina pointed out.
“But we can still use them,” Cassie breathed. “We passed a*****e cupboard a while back with gas masks, hazmat suits and things in it…”
She wore a hazmat suit and gas mask for her own protection and used a hammer to crush the capsules in the bottom of a cleaning bucket. Carefully she picked up the resulting clear gloop with a cleaning rag and smeared it thinly on door handles, light switches, anywhere she thought someone heading back down to the silo might touch.
“We don’t know what the pellets had in them, but I remember that woman saying differe
