
In a Violet Light
The story of Nick Shade
The junior scientist held up a bolt of light fabric. “So what do you think of this material for the inner layer of armor?”
Don poked at the material with his finger. “Let’s give it a try and see what it does to the absorption pattern. I think we need to spread the energy across a wider area to help avoid penetration.”
“I’ll get the armor sandwiched while you are at lunch so it will be ready for the afternoon test run.”
“Thanks Ray. I’ll be a bit longer for lunch today; I have to run a few uh…errands. Bills and all that.”
“Pick me up something while you are out please? You know what I like.”
“Sure thing Ray. I was planning on hitting the Sub shop anyway on the way back.”
Things couldn’t get any better. Two years out of college, a huge research grant from Vanguard and a cushy job at Crey Corporation.
Walking briskly down the street, Don headed toward the Medical Center. As he started across the street, he heard someone call his name from behind him.
“Huh?” Don swung his head to see who had called out. The delivery truck didn’t change lanes or even slow down.
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“Steve, I don’t know that I can help you with this. I’m not sure why you consider him a candidate. Critical illness, death, or even a recommendation by someone as highly regarded such as your self isn’t enough. You know that. We’ve been down this road before.”
Dr. Sheridan nervously shuffled the papers on his desk.
“What am I missing? I want to help, but you know the rules.” Shadowstar stared intently at the Doctor, looking for some clue as to why she should step over the line for her friend.
Without looking up Dr. Sheridan whispered, “I taught him.”
Shadowstar sighed, “You know that won’t do it. There has to be a reason. I can’t set up a meld for a common citizen. You know as well as I do that the Kheldian would die or worse turn into one of those… those… things.” She spat the last part out like it was acid.
Still staring at the papers on his desk, he continued. “I taught Don in my Human Anatomy and Physiology class. He was an excellent student. One of the sharpest I ever met.”
“Well, that’s a start, but come on. The university pumps out great students every day. So what is so special about him?
Steven sighed. “Did you know that I also teach a Morals and Ethics class on human experimentation?”
“Mmm…no. I don’t remember seeing that on the class catalog.”
“That’s because it isn’t there. It’s an invitation only class. I only offer it to students who would be likely to enter the field of research and development or other high ranking jobs in ‘think tanks’. I uh…pick and choose very carefully who gets to take it. Certain… moral standards… must be met.”
“I’m not sure I follow you, Steve.”
“The Freedom Phalanx likes to keep an eye on what is being developed to stay ahead of the curve so to speak. They want to know what is being developed and how it’s being tested. Some companies are less than ethical about the willingness of the subjects they drag into testing. Not to mention who buys the technology.”
“So you run a course on corporate espionage.”
“Something like that. It always helps the Heroes to know what the untrustworthy souls are up to. Don was watching the Crey Armor development program. For the past year he has been feeding Gordon Stacy inside info on several things happening inside the Crey labs. I think an Infiltrator got wise.”
“Hmm… I’m still not completely convinced. He is obviously compromised and can’t do that role anymore. So what will he do, be a hero?” Shadowstar snorted like it was a bit of a joke.
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Shadowstar brought the box with the Nictus into the hospital room and set the timer on the lid. Quickly she left the room and stood by the door listening.
As the box lid opened, purple light bathed the room in a strange and unworldly glow. A barely audible hum filled the room as a nebulous shape drifted from the box.
The nebulous shape moved toward the unconscious form on the bed.
A thunderous explosion resounded in the corridor as the nebulous form vanished from sight. The only change in the human was a slight increase in the brain activity being measured on the EEG.
Shadowstar opened the door and picked up the box. Looking at the body lying on the bed she sighed. “He had better be right.”