8
Tim Cudahey checks Julie Trident’s stats. She’s still awake, her vitals are normal again, so the pain and numbness must be gone.
“Trident?” Randy Mitchell asks him during one of the supervisory sweeps.
“Stable,” Tim answers.
“Good, good.” Randy Mitchell peers over Tim’s shoulder at the various numbers and dots on the computer screen.
“Utah?” he asks, noticing her location.
“Yes, sir.” Tim thinks fast. He’s the one who told Julie to go there. It wasn’t supposed to be his call. “Trident must have heard of the serum they’ve been working on at the Factory. It’s supposed to counteract some of the toxins released by the LPs.”
“Then she was exposed?” Randy Mitchell asks. There’s a note of warning in his voice.
“No, sir,” Tim says. “It must just be for research purposes. I’ll find out so
