Chapter Thirteen
Kes was taking a short break, hastily eating a meal of pasta and seaweed as he stood outside the lab doors. Inside, his colleagues were working hard. Renewed energy had invigorated the scientists. The fraught, quietly despairing atmosphere of the lab had been replaced by dynamic vitality. It would have been an exaggeration to call the atmosphere hopeful, but it was clear the scientists were now working with a strong sense of purpose.
The desired breakthrough had arrived. They had found the virus. Rather—Kes reminded himself so that his optimism didn’t grow out of bounds—they had found a virus. Something viral in origin had infected the Fila tissue samples, and it seemed to have been responsible for the majority of the cells bursting and dying.
No one had managed to isol
