Sometimes two heads really were better than one. In spite of all her efforts, Brenda Redmond had been getting nowhere with Drew’s request to find out something about the situation in Schirrasburg, even after he’d followed up. Much as she hated to tell him she had hit a wall, she was coming to realize that she was avoiding texting him because she didn’t want to have to admit it. And there was no way to have a conversation without the subject coming up, and once it did, no way to talk around the issue without it being obvious that she was dodging it.
And then Lou had seen her slipping into the newsroom to check their computers while everyone else was away. There’d been no way to evade the question without being rude, and the DJ’s were supposed to be a team.
So here she was down in IT with Lou, doing some searches on web traffic. It wasn’t exactly hacking, but it was just enough of a gray area she was surprised he’d be delving into it. So far most of what they were seeing was routine stuff, completely unremarkable data transfers. A lot of personal e-mail and texts going back and forth, a lot of web searches, all private stuff that they couldn’t look at, but strongly suggesting a community of people confined to quarters when not working on survival-essential activities, trying to distract themselves from their worries.
However, there did seem to be a fair amount of traffic on some official channels. Given the sudden spike in the data, it looked like they were probably sending files back and forth.
“Which could mean any of a number of things,” Lou averred. “We can only see what’s changing, not what’s in in the files that are going back and forth.”
“But there’s definitely something going on. And you’re pretty sure it started about the same time as the rumors about someone with the diablovirus at Schirrasburg.”
“Roughly. It’s hard to pin a date on the basis of a rumor, but I think we can be confident that things are most definitely not normal at Schirrasburg. However, it’s still not enough information to say for definite whether it involves a patient with the diablovirus, let alone whether any such individual has recovered or died from it.”
Lou was about to say more when a youthful voice called out, “Oooh-la-la.”
Brenda looked up just as a teenage Shep walked in, lips curled upward in a grin of amusement. As she realized what he was assuming, her cheeks grew warm.
However, Lou’s expression showed no embarrassment, only anger. He leaped out of his chair and across the distance, grabbing the young Shep by the shirt and slamming him up against the wall. “You’d better watch your mouth, buddy.”
The Shep squirmed in a desperate struggle to break Lou’s hold. Once the kid got his full growth, he’d tower over a Chaffee, but Sheps were always smaller than normal when they were younger. Drew had talked about being one of the shortest kids in his class all the way until he got into high school and finally got those last couple of growth spurts. Even then, he didn’t fill out until he was in his mid-twenties, never mind doing a regular astronaut workout every day after he got shipped up here.
The kid was babbling something about not meaning any harm, and it just being a joke. However, Lou wasn’t having any of it.
“You know as well as I do that Brenda’s dad is a Grissom. That makes her family, so you’d better not be going around insinuating that she and I are doing something disgusting together. Or do you want me to get him involved, especially considering you work in Engineering too?”
Now the kid knew he’d gotten in way over his head. He was fighting the urge to blubber in fear, but his eyes were still wide enough the whites were showing top and bottom, more than even a Shep’s naturally buggy eyes.
Another man might’ve humiliated him, made him beg and plead to be set free. But Lou just let him go and pointed toward the corridor leading back out. “Now get out of here. And don’t let me find out you’ve been going around blabbing.”
The kid just nodded, then fled. Lou brushed his hands off, then returned to the computer. “Now that’s settled, let’s get back to work.”
Let’s just hope it really is settled. Brenda knew how hyper-competitive Sheps could be, and how vindictive. She really didn’t want to see this incident rebounding back on Lou, especially when he was just trying to help her answer a question.