reproductive efficiency of the zombies.â
âHow quickly they turn humans into zombies.â
Cindy nodded. âThis isnât a normal outbreak scenario. A human cannot be infected. Only fatalities will produce more zombies, so we have to estimate the number of fatalities each zombie will cause each day. The bad news is that any fatality produces a zombie, even humans not directly killed by them. It includes death by natural causes and those indirectly caused by the zombies. The bottom line is that reproductive efficiency could be quite high. It will begin in the population centers, as you said, but even in the suburbs there are population clusters.â
âLike what?â
âStay away from the shopping mall and multiplex,â Granato said.
âThis scenario is actually good news,â Lowell said. âEven eradication doesnât workâit just creates more zombies.â
âThat depends on the protocol,â Granato argued. âEradication works if there arenât any bodies left.â
âYouâre talking about fucking nukes again,â I said.
âProbably,â Lowell said. âChemical and biological agents donât work. Itâs possible you could get the desired effect with conventional weaponsâfuel-air explosives, for instanceâbut weâre still talking about total annihilation. You just donât have the radiation to deal with in the aftermath.â
âI canât believe youâre even considering this,â I said.
âItâs almost unthinkable,â Lowell said. âAnd thatâs the point. The lack of less radical protocols buys us a little time. Our containment effortsâyour effortsâbuy us a little more. We can neutralize the zombies with magic.â
âEven with outside help,â I said, thinking of the fairies, âIâve got Adan Rashan rallying the troops, but I donât have enough manpower to stay ahead of this thing. Iâm outnumbered and the zombies create more zombies faster than my people can put them down.â
Lowell nodded. âLike I said, it just buys us a little time. Itâs not a solution.â
âYou guys are the spooks,â I said. âYouâre supposed to find out whatâs going on. It would be really great if you could figure it out before itâs too fucking late, but maybe thatâs too much to ask. Iâd settle for somethingâanythingâthat would help me clean up the mess.â
Lowell and Granato shared a glance. âWe have one more thing to show you, Ms. Riley.â
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Building Three was a large Quonset hut that might have once been used as a motor pool. It was tucked away at the back of the compound and security was tight. There werearmed patrolsâmore soldiers in black, unmarked fatiguesâand there were security cameras and magical wards all over the grounds. Lowell and Granato claimed they were the only sorcerers in their outfit, so I assumed theyâd been out there laying down the protections and defensive spells.
We went in through the front door and I found myself in a control room. I was starting to wonder if Stag had gotten all their control rooms off a studio lot in Hollywood. This one was larger and more sophisticated than the observation room in the cottage. There was a long row of computer workstations, with technicians tapping frenetically at keyboards or studying LCD displays. There was another long, rectangular window but the view through this one was blocked by a closed panel.
When we walked in, a short, round man in the mandatory lab coat looked up from one of the computer terminals and grinned. He stood and approached us with his hand extended. He seemed excited. He was almost skipping. âYou must be Domino Riley,â he said, nodding his head rapidly. The grin widened. âIâve heard all about how you contained the MIE, killing the changeling and foiling the fairy kingâs
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