Ghostfinders 02 - Ghost of a Smile

if a spokesman for MSI hadn’t phoned the Prime Minister, on his private line, to demand that the Carnacki Institute take control. Which is interesting for any number of reasons, not the least that they’re not supposed to know we even exist. And no, the spokesman wouldn’t say why MSI wanted us. So, until we figure out exactly what’s going on, we have agreed to send a team in. You. Because you’re the nearest A team, with the best reputation. But you are still new enough to be entirely expendable.
    “Time is apparently a factor, so we can’t wait for a more experienced team. You get first shot. Go in there, work out what’s going on, and stop it. And if you should happen to find out why the MSI asked for us . . . there will be honey for tea and generous bonuses all round.”
    “Hold everything,” said Happy, raising one hand like a child at school. “We’re supposed to walk into a building that’s already killed a whole bunch of people? With no solid intel, no weapons, and no backup?”
    “That’s the job, sometimes,” said JC. “And we don’t know that anyone’s dead yet.”
    “I’m not going in there without my equipment!” said Melody. “All my gear’s still packed up on the freight train!”
    “I have people bringing it here,” said Patterson. “But you’ll have to make a start without it.”
    “What am I supposed to do without equipment?” said Melody, sulking.
    “Improvise,” said Patterson. He didn’t smile.
    “I think we have to assume that something has gone seriously wrong with the latest drug trial,” JC said quickly. “Remember that case a few years back, when they tried out what they thought was a perfectly safe drug, and half the volunteers exploded? Could be something similar. You can only learn so much from computer modelling. Sooner or later, you have to shove the stuff into somebody’s vein and stand well back. Do you have any information on what MSI was testing?”
    “No,” said Patterson. “The MSI spokesman is only telling us what he thinks we need to know. He’s currently hiding behind Proprietary Information. The Boss is putting together enough authority and influence to kick that door down, but it will take time. You should be able to find all the information you need in the building’s various computers. Feel free to look at anything you feel like and make as much mess as you need. You are all officially authorised to act like utter vandals and do any damned thing you feel necessary. That’s it.”
    “That’s it?” said Happy. “What if we can’t sort this out? What if we all get killed in there?”
    “Don’t,” said Patterson.
    He turned sharply and strode back to his silver limo, gleaming at the curb like an expensive ghost in the night. The waiting chauffeur opened the door for him, Patterson disappeared inside, and, within seconds, the car was gliding smoothly away. Kim emerged from the shadows to make a rude gesture after it.
    “What an appalling person,” she said.
    “Be fair,” said JC. “I can’t think of anyone better suited to take on our enemies. That man could annoy anyone to death.”
    They all turned to look at Chimera House. It looked calmly back at them; a tall, imposing structure of steel, glass, and concrete. A building of almost staggering ugliness, with all the aesthetic considerations of a dead rat. It fit right in, in an area where form and function had taken over from pretty much everything else. Lights blazed from every window, but there was no sign that anyone was home.
    “Can you see anyone moving in there?” said Happy. “I can’t see anyone moving in there. Where are they?”
    “If they were running drug tests, there should be people on duty at all times,” said Melody. “Apart from the test subjects, there should be doctors and nurses, scientists, support staff, building security . . . They can’t all be dead. Can they?”
    “Kim,” said JC. “What do you see?”
    “Nothing,” said Kim. “It’s like the whole building is standing in a shadow. A dark veil for someone or something to hide behind. What do you see, JC?”
    “Only a building,” said JC. He turned to Happy. “Are you picking anything up, oh master of the mental miracles?”
    Happy shrugged unhappily. “Just a feeling . . . That what we’re looking at is an illusion. A facade. The smile on the face of the tiger.”
    They waited, but he had nothing more to say. He was shivering, and not only from the cold. The quiet of the