classroom again, âI put my neck out for her, Ed. The least you can do is tell me what happened.â
âI donât know what happened.â
âWhat do you mean, you donât know? Where is she now?â
âI donât know!â Ed snapped, finally looking her in the eye and giving her a glimpse of just how much pain heâd been working so hard to mask. âI donât know where she is. I havenât heard from her since yesterday. I donât knowâ¦.â
Heather stared at him. She loved him more than ever for those few short seconds. And then she was unimaginably jealous of Gaia for the next few. Gaia didnât deserve to be loved this much. What had she done to deserve this kind of love? But then again ⦠what had Heather done to deserve that kind of love? Nothing. Nothing at all.
âIâm sure sheâs all rightâ Heather heard herself say as she placed her hand tentatively on Edâs shoulder. âDonât worry, okay?â
âIâm fine,â Ed replied automatically. He shifted his shoulder almost imperceptibly, moving it just far enough to avoid Heatherâs touch without being obvious. Heather felt a gaping hole open up in her stomach.
âIâI just â¦,â Ed stammered. âI canât ⦠I gotta go,â he finished, shoving his stuff back into his bag and picking up his crutches. âTell MacGregor I got sick, okay?â He hobbled by Heather and headed for the door.
âEd,â she called to him as he opened the door. âReally. You know you donât have to worry about her.â
âYeah, thanks,â he muttered, letting the door swing closed behind him.
âIâm sure Gaia will be fine,â she said. But she was speaking to an empty classroom. âI, on the other hand â¦â
There was no need to finish her sentence. No one was listening.
Government Guinea Pig
âTHEY CALLED IT PROJECT INTREPIDâ Oliver said, sifting through the thick binderâs pages. âThey knew a lot more about genetics and molecular biology than they were letting on in 1983ââ
âI donât want a history lesson,â Gaia stated. âJust tell me what this all means.â
âThis isnât just history,â Oliver said. âThis is
your
historyâ He glanced at her to be sure she wanted to hear more. She confirmed with her silence.
âThey were certain a war with Russia was just around the corner,â he went on. âAnd they wanted to arm the American soldiers with every possible advantage. It didnât take a genius to pinpoint the greatest disadvantage for any soldier: fear. A good soldier was a brave soldierâa man whoâd cross enemy lines and sacrifice his life without an ounce of hesitation. Without a second thought. Excuse me, I should have said a man or a woman.â
Gaia was both sickened and mesmerized. Every word out of her uncleâs mouth made her more ill and somehow colder, as if she were being slowly dipped in ice water. But she was dying to hear more.
âIâll get to the point,â Oliver said quietly. Heâd obviously noticed the pain he was causing her. âThe point is, the government had been studying fear froma biological standpoint for years, and by â83 theyâd finally mastered the biochemical process. So much so that they were confident they could
reverse
it. So they engineered a serumâa serum that would, in effect, block the chemical reactions that cause fear. And it worked, Gaia. It worked on rats, and it worked on chimpanzees. It was time to test a human subject.â
Oliver flipped back to the first photo heâd shown Gaia. The picture of her father and those men in white coats . And that small baby.
âTom Moore had been selected to assist the scientists on Project Intrepid,â he said, âand Tom Moore had just had a daughter. The perfect human subject