Nano (12 page)

Paul walked around and Pia offered him the tube.

“Hey, clever you! I never knew you kept back a blood sample.”

“I didn’t. I mean, I didn’t do it deliberately. I stuck it in my pocket to keep it out of the way when I was drawing the second and third samples.”

“Great to have this, since they confiscated the other two. I’ll keep it, if you don’t mind. It will be interesting to see if it’s normal, which is what I suspect, since he was acting so normal himself.”

“Please,” said Pia. She thought about checking out the blood herself, but she knew there was a chance it could get confiscated on her way into Nano. She thought it would be in safe hands with Paul.

“Just don’t use it all up,” she said. “I might want to look at it, too.”

“I won’t,” he said.

“You want my mobile number?” she said.

“Absolutely,” Paul said. He got out his own phone to add it directly into his contacts.

Pia told Paul her cell phone number. She had yet to change from a New York plan. Paul took it down and put the sample of blood in his own lab coat. He gave Pia a salute of sorts and a friendly smile before climbing back into his car to drive out of the parking lot.

When Paul stopped at the security gate to be let out onto the state road, he glanced in his rearview mirror. He could still see Pia standing where he’d left her. Once the security gate had been raised, Paul accelerated toward Boulder.

A few minutes later he found himself whistling. He was happy despite the run-in with Noakes over the Chinese runner. Paul was not currently in a serious relationship, thanks to a recent breakup, and he thought that meeting Pia was just what the doctor ordered to take his mind off negative thoughts. He was definitely looking forward to getting to know her. She was the most interesting and intelligent woman he’d met in a long time. He was also looking forward to seeing what the Chinese runner’s blood chemistries might show, if anything.

15.

NANO, LLC, BOULDER, COLORADO

TUESDAY, APRIL 23, 2013, 3:15
P.M.

After watching Paul’s Subaru until it disappeared from sight, Pia stood in the parking lot for a few moments, taking in the expanse of the Nano, LLC, buildings and grounds. The sensation of unease she’d felt when she and Paul had driven into the complex a few minutes earlier had only increased, and Pia’s analytical mind clicked into gear. What did she know about Nano now that she hadn’t known less than two hours previously? She knew that there was a Chinese man somewhere in one of the many buildings who had a strange medical condition, and that Nano security was very protective of him. She also knew that Nano had its own medical staff and operated its own medical infirmary on-site. And she knew that there was a lot she didn’t know about her immediate boss, Mariel Spallek.

For Pia, Mariel’s role in the removal of the Chinese runner from the hospital was the most perplexing aspect of the whole affair. It was obvious that Mariel was familiar with the runner, or at least familiar with what might possibly cause his collapse and apparent cardiac arrest. Mariel had been extremely confident that Nano’s medics could treat the man when Paul, as a board-certified emergency medicine specialist, had little idea what was ailing him. What this told Pia was that Spallek was clearly a higher-level Nano operative than Pia had previously thought, and she wondered what this implied for her. How would the fact that it was Pia who happened upon the man affect her status at the company?

This last concern was fleeting for Pia. What was more insistent and urgent for her was her instinctive drive to find out what was going on. Unlike most people, Pia was the kind of person who, sensing danger, would seek its source rather than run away from it. Early in life she’d learned that no one was going to suddenly appear and rescue her. She had to go for the jugular when threatened or cornered.

Pia had to smile at the timing. She knew George would immediately do everything he could to persuade Pia not to investigate the Chinese runner, but George was gone. There was no one who would try to dissuade her from getting to the bottom of this weird episode. Besides, she felt a moral and ethical obligation to know what kind of an organization she was involved with and hence supporting.

Pia passed through the elaborate security system, paying more attention than usual to the process, and headed up to her lab. She looked for evidence that Mariel Spallek had been in the room recently and found nothing. That morning, before she set off for her run, Pia had started to set up yet another batch of roundworm experiments, utilizing the new design with polyethylene glycol molecules incorporated into the microbivore shell. Everyone, including Berman, had been very keen for Pia to keep pressing forward with this work in hopes of preventing any immune response, especially before moving on to animal subjects and eventually human volunteers. Pia had filled out all the required requisition forms as dictated by the overzealous bean counters in accounting.

As was her custom whenever she returned to the lab, Pia checked the status of all her ongoing experiments, but she found herself unable to concentrate. Her mind kept reverting back to the Chinese runner. She figured that he had been brought to the Nano infirmary that Mariel had mentioned, which Pia had been hitherto totally unaware of. That thought begged the question of where such an infirmary might be located, and if she could find out. If she could, then perhaps she could go to the infirmary and talk to the medical staff, to at least satisfy her medical curiosity and quiet her mind, which was racing with all manner of outlandish scenarios.

But where to start?

Pia took the elevator down to the first floor and walked back to the main security area, through which she had entered the building just minutes before. She approached one of the guards who was marginally more personable than any of the other four or five usually manning the day shift. He was standing alone in front of a pane of floor-to-ceiling glass, watching as a UPS driver unloaded a number of parcels.

“Excuse me, Mr. Milloy,” she said, reading the man’s name tag, which was pinned to his uniform. “Could you direct me to the infirmary?”

“I’m sorry, miss,” said Milloy, “I’m not sure what you mean. What’s an infirmary?”

“An infirmary, a small hospital facility. I was told that Nano has one.”

“Not as far as I’m aware, miss. But let me ask. Excuse me a second.”

Milloy walked over to the pair of guards stationed by the front door and with a particularly serious demeanor, which was the normal style of all the Nano security people, spoke with the taller of the two. Pia had never seen that particular man do anything other than stand front and center, eyes forward, like a soldier on guard duty. Even now, as Milloy spoke with him, the man continued to look straight ahead, not acknowledging his interlocutor at all. Finally, the man nodded, almost imperceptibly, and said something to Milloy. Milloy came back to Pia.

“I confirmed it, miss. Nano has no hospital. There’s a nurse employed by the company who has an office near the cafeteria, but I expect you know that. She probably gave you a flu shot last fall.”

“Right, I’m not talking about the nurse. Thanks.” Pia started to leave, then turned back.

“Mr. Milloy, do you always work this building?”

“Why do you ask?” said Milloy. He hadn’t sounded terribly pleased to field Pia’s first question, and now he was sounding decidedly irritated. He’d tried to talk to Pia on several occasions before, but had felt she had deliberately snubbed him.

“There are a lot of buildings on the grounds,” Pia said. “I have no idea what goes on in them. I thought that if you occasionally worked in other buildings you might know which building might have the best chance of having the infirmary.”

“Sorry,” Milloy said with little sincerity.

Pia went back through the iris scanner, took the elevator back to the fourth floor, and followed the corridor back to her lab. She stopped at the door but didn’t enter. Instead, as she had never done before, she kept going. She knew there was a bridge extending from the building housing her lab to the adjacent building on the fourth floor, the same floor as her lab. She had no idea how to get to the bridge, but out of curiosity, she thought she’d try to find it. After about a hundred feet or so, there were some twists and turns until the corridor ended at a set of double doors protected by another iris scanner. Pia looked around. She couldn’t see any obvious cameras, but assumed there would be some built into the fabric of the ceiling, as there were outside of her own laboratory, so there was a reasonable chance she was being observed. If asked by security what she was doing, she decided she’d be truthful, saying she was a curious employee wondering what was behind the doors at the end of the hall where her lab was located.

Pia put her eye to the iris scanner and pressed the scan button. It was of the same design as other machines she was familiar with from the entrance to the building and her own lab. But this one gave an unfamiliar result: a harsh buzz and a momentary red blinking light. Pia tried again and the machine turned her down once more. Pia tried the door. It was locked, as she expected. She shrugged and turned back. So much for trying to check out the bridge.

Before reaching the door to her lab, she had an idea. She took out her iPhone, went to the settings, and made sure location services was on. Then she tried to map where she was in relation to other buildings. But there was no result despite there being a strong Wi-Fi signal. Being more specific, she went to the Maps app and put in Nano’s address. All she got was a blank. When she used double-tap to back out, she could see that the totality of Nano’s footprint was a blank. Apparently Nano had gotten into the Googlesphere and removed the information.

Pia was getting nowhere. She knew of no other entrance to Nano that was accessible from the main road besides the one she and apparently everyone else used. But there were other side roads in the area. Perhaps she could go outside and try to walk the perimeter of the facility to see what she could find. Pia was determined not to be thwarted, but tromping around in the woods at that moment was not a high priority.

Returning back to her own lab, she again looked to see if Mariel had been around. If she had, there was no sign of her. With some ambivalence, Pia wondered when the hell she was going to see the woman. Mariel had been less than pleasant that morning and had mostly ignored her at the hospital, but Pia had some questions despite what Mariel had said in the hospital parking lot. Whether Mariel would answer them or not, Pia had no idea, but she was going to ask them just the same.

Pia went to the lab bench area she used as her personal space, since she did not have a separate office. She had had yet another idea. The Chinese runner had yelled out his name and suddenly it popped into her head. Pia used one of the lab’s phones to call the main operator and asked to be connected to Yao Hong-Xiau.

“Could you spell that?” the operator asked.

Pia could only guess at an Anglicized spelling of the name, but after she made a stab of it, the operator said there was no record of anyone with “Yao” or “Hong” in their name. Still connected with the operator and with a piece of paper and a pen in hand, Pia wrote out the name. She gave the operator several different possible spellings, certain only of the first couple of letters. When the operator still could find nothing, Pia persisted by asking if there was a number for any Chinese group or office. When she got another no, she switched tactics and asked to be connected with the Nano infirmary.

“Infirmary?” the operator questioned. “What’s an infirmary?”

Pia defined the term as she had with the guard downstairs, sensing irritably that it must be an East Coast term that hadn’t made its way across the Mississippi River.

“There’s no infirmary at Nano,” the operator declared with certainty.

“How about hospital or medical facility?” Pia suggested. She was feeling discouraged but kept trying.

“Sorry! There’s nothing like that. How about the nurse’s office? I have a number for that.”

Pia hung up the phone. It was frustrating. She tried to think of what else to do, but nothing immediately came to mind. Instead her eyes wandered over to the LCD display of the readouts coming from all the biocompatibility experiments she currently had running. One of the many figures on the screen was blinking, suggesting there had been a change in a parameter being monitored.

Pia walked over to the experiment in question. Almost immediately she could tell that the suggested change was mere artifact, indicating that a slight recalibration was called for. It took Pia only a few moments to accomplish the recalibration, and the blinking disappeared.

The heavy click of the door to the main corridor opening was the next thing to catch her attention. A moment later Mariel Spallek appeared in the open doorway, clutching a folder to her chest. Her face reflected her usual disdainful imperiousness.

“A sight for sore eyes,” Pia murmured to herself. Yet for the first time since she had been at Nano, she was glad to see her immediate boss.

16.

NANO, LLC, BOULDER, COLORADO

TUESDAY, APRIL 23, 2013, 3:45
P.M.

“Pia, I’m glad you are here,” Mariel began. She strode directly over to Pia, crowding her space with the help of her four inches of extra height.

“Mariel.”

Pia stood her ground, gazing up into Mariel’s arctic blue eyes.

“I got your paperwork from accounting,” Mariel said. “I’m pleased you are pushing ahead with this work. The more corroboration we can get of immune compatibility of the microbivores, the better off we will be. I’ve already green-lighted everything you have asked for.”

Pia found herself nodding as Mariel kept speaking and waited her turn.

“And Mr. Berman and I are pleased that you are attending to the flagella problem. That needs to be solved. Is there any way I can help in that regard?”

Finally Mariel stopped talking.

“You can get the microbivores programmers to give me some time.”

“Consider it done,” Mariel said agreeably. “I’ll be handing this paperwork to the purchasing department, and I’ll make sure it’s processed at once. But I do want you to sign the requisition form, which you haven’t done. Anything else?” Mariel handed Pia the form.

“So we’re really not going to talk about it?” said Pia, taking the paper.

“Talk about what?”

“Come on, Mariel, the runner, the hospital, the armed guards! I bring a man into an ER, and the next thing I know, you show up with the U.S. Cavalry and forcibly remove him, which doesn’t make a lot of sense. He needed a diagnosis and needed to be monitored, at least in the short term. He’d had an apparent cardiac arrest, a life-threatening condition if ever there was one. A mysterious life-threatening condition that you seemed extremely confident you could take care of here.”

Mariel looked at Pia. A patina of irritation penetrated her haughtiness.

“Furthermore,” Pia added, “I wasn’t even aware that Nano had the kind of medical facilities that could deal with that kind of thing. I called the operator to be connected to the infirmary to find out if the man is doing okay, but she said there is no infirmary.”

Mariel said nothing for a couple of seconds, the expression on her face not changing at all.

“The man wasn’t forcibly removed,” Mariel said finally.

“I’m sorry?” Pia said, rolling her eyes. Mariel was clearly avoiding the issue of who this man was, and Nano’s role in his treatment. Whether he was taken against his will was significant, of course, but the fact that Mariel had arrived there at all with her goon squad was a more pressing concern.

“You said we forcibly removed a man from the Boulder Memorial ER department, and I’m telling you that the man consented to have treatment at our facilities. If you believe you saw anything to the contrary, then you’re mistaken.”

“Okay, I’ll believe it if you say so. But tell me this: how is he doing in Nano’s medical facility? Wherever that may be.”

“I’m sure he is being well taken care of.”

“You’re sure, but you don’t know? You haven’t checked on him?”

“My expertise is in the bio labs, the same as you. This is where you need to concentrate your mind. We have important work to do here. The microbivore project is the most important one here. Everything else is designed to support it. I assure you the man is being well looked after, by a team of highly skilled staff.”

“But Nano is a research lab,” said Pia. “My understanding is that in the rest of this facility they are working on paint additives and the like. And we here in the bio labs are presently using worms. We’re not even using animals yet. Why does Nano need a staff of medics? And why are you involved with them?”

“Miss Grazdani. As I indicated to you at the hospital, it would be best if you forgot all about what you saw. Or what you thought you saw. Ultimately it is none of your business. It is time you got back to work.”

Although Mariel Spallek had no way to know, such admonitions were likely to have the opposite effect on Pia from the one intended. Pia felt strongly that it was for her to decide what was best for her to know, not a functionary like Mariel. In Pia’s mind there had been enough international tribunals to proclaim that individuals in organizations bore an ethical responsibility about what such organizations did, and, ultimately, ignorance was not a defense.

“What is the role of the Chinese government at Nano?” Pia demanded.

Mariel had redirected her attention to the forms she held in her hands, but at Pia’s question, she jerked her head upright and bore her eyes into Pia’s.

“I said to forget it. I mean it. Sign the damn requisition forms!”

Pia shrugged and turned to sign the paperwork for Mariel. Judging by the force of Mariel’s reaction, Pia was confident she’d touched a nerve, and, having done so, found that her curiosity was stimulated, not blunted.