The X-Files: Antibodies

Chapter 1 "DyMar Laboratory Ruins Sunday, 11:13 p.m." Late on a night filled with cold mist and still air, the alarm went off.It was a crude security system hastily erected around the abandoned bum site, and Vernon Ruckman was the only guard stationed to monitor the night shift ... but he got paidand surprisingly well - to take care that no intruders got into the unstable ruins of the DyMar Laboratory on the outskirts of Portland, Oregon.He drove his half-rusted Buick sedan up the wet gravel driveway. The bald tires crunched up the gentle rise where the cancer research facility had stood until a week and a half ago.Vernon shifted into park, unbuckled his seatbelt, and got out to investigate. He had to be sharp, -alert. He had to scope out the scene. He flicked on the beam of his official security flashlight-heavy enough to be used as a weapon - and shone it like a firehose of light into the blackened ruins that covered the site.His employers hadn't given Vernon his own secu-rity vehicle, but they had provided him with a uniform, a badge, and a loaded revolver. He had to display confidence and an intimidating appearance if he was to chase off rambunctious kids daring each other to go into the charred husk of the laboratory building. hi the week and a half since the facility had been bombed, he had already chased a few, trespassers away, teenagers who ran giggling into the night. Vernon had never managed to catch any of them.This was no