Date Published: 09-06-2021
Publisher: Markosia Enterprises
Biochemist Anushka Mahto flees the lab where she works, stealing the mysterious substance she has been experimenting on. She accidentally contaminates herself while disposing of it, in an attempt to protect the world at large from its potentially harmful effects. On the run from her unethical boss, Anushka must learn to control her multiple new powers while being hunted by lab security chief and former lover, Charlotte. She calls on her sister for help, but Jhanvi is reluctant to open old wounds by allowing Anushka back into her life. When an alien named Ergo comes onto the scene, Anushka suddenly finds the fate of humanity resting in her hands. Can she navigate the complex problems in her personal relationships and also prevent an interstellar war?
Excerpt
P1 - May 2019 - North London
Slick mud oozed between Anushka’s fingers as she dug. Why hadn’t she thought to bring a spade? She’d rushed to escape the lab, without considering practicalities. Damn Yardley and his ultimatum! If only she’d had more time, she could have planned her departure properly. Now she was winging it, and that had never been one of her strong points. Her back ached from stooping and the darkness made it difficult to see what she was doing. She leaned further forwards and nearly toppled into the hole. She sat back on her haunches, her breaths coming short and fast. Injuring herself and ending up stuck here until daylight would be all she needed. She shivered in the night air. Even after years living in London, she still missed the heat of Kolkata. A flood of sense memories threatened to overwhelm her and she felt tears pricking her eyes. But now was not the time to indulge in nostalgia. Taking a deep breath, Anushka pushed back her feelings and her long dark hair, and turned her attention back to the task at hand.
The hole was probably deep enough now. Anushka reached for the thick plastic sack at her side and slid it into the depression. It was heavy and unwieldy, its liquid contents shifting as she moved it. It snagged on something part way down. Reaching in, she felt around and discovered a sharp root protruding from the earth. She managed to free the sack and it settled at the bottom of the hole with a squelch and a waft of pungent chemicals. Anushka swept her hair over her shoulder again. Tying it back was another thing she should have done before starting. She really hadn’t thought this through. Everything had happened so quickly and panic had overtaken reason in her flight. What was Charlotte going to think when she arrived at work to find Anushka gone? She couldn’t think about that now, or she might just give up this reckless plan and run back to the lab, regardless of the consequences. Her scalp tingled, most likely with apprehension at the possibility of being discovered. Anushka shovelled dirt on top of the sack, making sure it was well covered. She did
her best to make the ground look as undisturbed as possible, but it was hard to tell how well she succeeded. Bringing a torch would have made her too visible to any security personnel, and the lights along the fence were too far away to be much use out here in the field. She wasn’t worried about her footprints in the dirt. Plenty of people traipsed back and forth along here on a daily basis and nobody would be looking for her prints in particular, as long as it wasn’t obvious someone had been digging.
Deciding her efforts were good enough, Anushka stood up, wincing as her back twinged again. She felt ridiculous, crawling around a field in the middle of the night, but it was the only way she could think of to dispose of the XR-20. How long would it take for someone to notice it was missing from the lab? Much as she might want to, she couldn’t go back to work the next day and pretend no knowledge of the theft. Even though she hadn’t been caught leaving the building, she was the only one who had access to the XR-20, and security was tight enough that there was no way anyone else could have broken in to take it.
She made her way back to the fence and the gap she had made. She slid through it and back out onto the road. Jogging across and into the trees, she found where she had parked her car and got in. She sat in the driver’s seat for a moment, trying to calm her breathing and slow her heartbeat. What she had just done was hasty and ill-advised but it was too late now. There was no turning back; she had burned all her bridges. Minutes later, she was speeding away from the scene of the crime and everything she had built in the last few years of her life. #
P2 - May 2019 - North London
It was Charlotte Grant, the head of security at the lab, who first realised something was wrong. She had been due to meet Anushka for breakfast in the lab canteen, as they did most days, but Anushka didn’t show. This wasn’t entirely unprecedented, as Anushka often came in early and got so engrossed in her work that she lost track of time. That was
something Charlotte, with her military sense of punctuality, had been forced to get used to when spending time with a research scientist. Charlotte waited another five minutes, then headed to Anushka’s office with a rueful smile.
She stepped up to the glass of the outer lab area and tapped on it, startling the nearest anonymous assistant. He - at least Charlotte thought it was a he, though it was difficult to tell under his surgical cap and mask - raised his eyebrows in a question.
Charlotte called through the glass. “Can you go get Dr Mahto, please?” He shrugged and shook his head. When he spoke, his words were muffled by his mask. “She’s not here.”
That was odd. At this time of day, Anushka would invariably be in her office or the lab proper, if she wasn’t having breakfast. Charlotte waved the assistant back to his work and made her way to the central security hub, the heart of her domain at the lab. Several of her team were at their stations, monitoring multiple screens that covered nearly every part of the building. Charlotte walked up behind Perkins, whose screens showed the car park and main entrance. She noticed that his hair was getting shaggy, tufting out over his ears. She made a mental note to have a word with him about professional presentation later. Not that it ever did much good. Perkins was very good at his job, but regulations weren’t his strong point, nor did he seem to take any pride in his appearance. Charlotte shook her head; she had a different errant employee to tackle at the moment.
“Check the logs for when Dr Anushka Mahto last swiped in.”
Perkins tapped in some commands. “2am.”
Unusual, but not unheard of. The scientists at the lab were known to keep odd hours. “And has she swiped out since?”
More tapping. “She left at 3am, and hasn’t come back.”
Now that was really strange.
“Show me the feeds for both her arrival and her departure.”
As she waited for Perkins to input the information, Charlotte started running her right palm over the stumps of the last two fingers on her left hand, then stopped herself when she realised what she was doing. She clenched both hands into fists, feeling her fingernails digging into the skin of her palms, then dropped them to her sides. When the recordings came up, Charlotte’s breath caught in her throat. Anushka had arrived carrying nothing and had left an hour later with a large, heavy-duty plastic bag. On the screen, she stooped awkwardly to one side, struggling to heft the bag, which she clutched with one hand grasping it by the top. What on earth was she playing at, and where was she now?
Charlotte swore, eliciting a surprised glance from Perkins.
“What’s going on, boss? What’s Dr Mahto doing taking stuff out of the lab in the middle of the night?”
Charlotte glared at him and he blanched, turning back to his keyboard to avoid her anger.
“Alert Mr Yardley’s office that I’m on my way up. I think we have a breach.”
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