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threatening. "Yes, Dr. Huron. Survival. The survival of this company. And, need
I say it? The survival of your research."

Sarah looked away.

"If Hansen succeeds first," he said coolly, "MediChem has no reason to fund your
research. MediChem would probably be forced to shut down your lab."

Sarah winced as her stomach clenched.

"What we want from you is a skin, one that can secrete a toxin that will kill
anyone the wearer touches."

Sarah's mouth went dry. "My God."

"Just like the nudibranch that dissolves its enemy." Jason's voice softened. He
tapped at the aquarium again. "Which one is it? The pinkish, ragged one? Or that
yellow one?"

Sarah held onto the counter for support. "I can't do that."

"Sure you can," Jason said. "You've already made a prototype skin. Now you just
create one with microscopic glands that secrete a neurotoxin. One that can be
released at will."

"I can't."

"You like your job, don't you, Dr. Huron? But you must. You spend all of your
time here. You have no friends outside this building, no one you spend time with
. . . . "

Sarah's hands tightened on the counter. "Did it ever occur to you what the
neurotoxin might do to the wearer?"

He shook his head. "The nudibranch doesn't die. Why should the assassin? You can
insure that, Sarah."

Her stomach knotted. "I don't want to see my research used-- Who are you
planning to . . . ?"

"Someone who used to work here. Someone who took classified documents to
Hansen."

Sarah closed her eyes. She pinched her temples, trying to ease the sudden
pounding in her head. "Who?"

"Dr. Richard Madera."

Sarah released her temples. A surge of blood slammed her heart to a stop; her
pulse raced when her heart began beating again. She opened her eyes. Jason's