the night of the cholla
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THE NIGHT OF THE CHOLLA
“Good evening, everyone. I’m John Phillips with the News at Six. Here are our top
stories! The Governor announced in Albany today that he will sign off on the widely talked
about Nomad Project, scheduled to begin next month. The project, also supported by the mayor,
is slated to bring hundreds of new jobs to the New York City area. Though lawmakers agree it
would be a big boost for the city, many have protested the project saying that it jeopardizes the
quality of life in the New York City area.
“Project Nomad, the name chosen by the Corp of Engineers, will bring about the
reopening of the old research facility in the Bronx that was closed in the Fifties. The facility,
once used to test and house radioactive material, was deemed unsafe in 1957 and was
immediately shut down by the Governor.
“Since the closing of the Bronx facility, the New York Botanical Garden has played host
to several major research projects which have helped fund the Garden’s popular exhibits and
expansion plans. When the old facility is reopened, those research projects will begin operating
from that research facility. This will allow nonprofit organizations to use the newly vacated
space at the Botanical Garden.
“In other news, the body of twenty-six year old botanist Karen Moore was discovered by
her coworker sometime after five this evening at the Brooklyn Botanical Garden’s main
greenhouse. Police officials have locked down the main greenhouse to gather clues as to what
happened to the botanist. She had been struck several times about the throat and back, the
apparent victim of a horrific– just a moment.
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“Were getting word that the police have discovered her alleged attacker is still in the
greenhouse. We go live to our field correspondent, Lisa Breslaw, on scene at the Brooklyn
Botanical Garden. Lisa, what can you tell us?”
“Well, John, police were inside the greenhouse gathering evidence when they say two of
their fellow officers were attacked from behind and stabbed repeatedly around the neck and
shoulders. Both officers were taken to Methodist Hospital. One died shortly after arrival. The
other officer is listed in stable condition. Their names have not been released at this time.
“The police have locked the building down and called for back up. An aerial unit was
sent up a short time ago, equipped with infrared, to see if police can pinpoint the exact locationof the assailant inside, but heavy amounts of heat and moisture are making it impossible to track
movement. Police units have closed off the streets leading to the gardens and surrounded the
building. It’s clear that whoever committed this crime, and the attack on the botanist, is about to
give the police a long standoff. We’ll continue to follow this story as it develops. Reporting live
form the Botanical Garden in Brooklyn, I’m Lisa Breslaw, back to you John.”
I got the call about the case several hours after the news report. I really wasn’t too
surprised when they called, given the recent events that had unfolded. When I first heard about
the individuals being attacked, I immediately thought that no person could have done it. It had to
be something else: something closer to nature.
I had worked cases where those attacked by poisonous and venomous creatures were
often found with small markings on them, with bites and sting markings clustered in multiples to
ensure the attacks would be lethal. Venomous creatures’ attacks were intended to kill when it
came to people. That seemed to ben the case with the three victims in the greenhouse.
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My suspicions were confirmed roughly four hours into the standoff when my good friend
Dr. Monica Kelly, one of the city’s top five medical examiners, called me regarding the body
that had been brought in, the girl. We studied toxicology in college together and kept in touch
over the years, helping each other out when we could.
“They’re going to call you in on this one,” she said. “I just thought you’d like to know.”
“You’re sure?”
“After what I told them I found, I’m positive.”
“You know who I should be looking out for?”
“A detective named Gains Elliot. I’m sure he’ll bring you here, and when he does I’ll tellyou what I found,” she said.
“How bad is it?”
“When they have to call you, it’s bad. You’re not going to like this,” she said.
“Let me guess–” before I could say anything my call waiting beeped. “I think this is him
now. I’ll talk to you later.” I clicked over, “Hello?”
“Hello. I’m Detective Elliot. Are you the toxicology expert?”
“That’s me,” I said. “What can I do for you, detective?”
He rehashed the news reports to me before adding that the officer in the hospital was able
to give them a brief account of what happened. He dispelled the idea that they had been attacked
by a person, but asserted it had been something else. He didn’t get a good look at it, but
remembered that it lashed out at them and either bit or stung him. They weren’t sure what had
attacked him, but it definitely wasn’t a person. The doctors at the hospital said he appeared to
have had a very bad allergic reaction to the venom that was injected into his body when it
attacked him. The officer was now in a coma.
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“Well, if the other two victims were attacked the same way, I will need to look at the
bodies and see the entry points of the venom to determine what it might be. I do have some
expertise with that. So, detective, no one saw what attacked them?” I asked.
“No, and I refuse to allow anyone else in the greenhouse at this point until we’re sure
what it might be.”
“I see, well, I will need-”
“Yes, I know. That’s already been arranged.”
“It will take me about an hour to get down there.”
“Thirty minutes. A car is downstairs now waiting for you,” he said and hung up.I looked outside and sure enough there was the detective standing alongside his sedan and
a black and white waiting to take me to the ME’s office. Right then I knew this night was going
to be a hard one.
When I got to the ME’s office we got right to work. Dr. Kelley and I looked at the
wounds on the neck and shoulders of the victims. There were a lot of them: small round wounds
surrounded by swollen skin that had turned red. The area around the wounds was also inflamed
due to the distribution of the venom. She then showed me a tissue sample she had under a
microscope and I felt a chill go down my spine.
“Is this right?”
“Blood work hasn’t come back yet. But when we tested the skin, we found high
concentrations of that substance,” she said.
“But this couldn’t come from an animal or insect. I mean, there are species of fish that
are toxic but not even to this magnitude,” I replied.
“So unless it’s a walking fish, you have a major issue on your hands.”
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“Yes, I do. Because this it isn’t venom, it’s poison,” I said.
“I told you that you weren’t going to like this,” she whispered to me. “I didn’t want to tell
him that until you got here.”
“I’m sorry, did you say poison?” Detective Elliot asked. He had been in the room while
we assessed the bodies.
“Yes, venom and poison are different. You see, poisons are substances that cause illness
or death by chemical reaction. It’s a biological toxin that is absorbed either through the gut or
skin.” I turned to look closer at the wounds on the bodies and waved him over. “You see these
holes? If you look around the edges of them, and over here, about a couple of centimeters, seethat red swelling? That’s where the poison was laid and absorbed.”
Detective Elliot still looked confused by what I was explaining to him.
“So these little holes here are not bite marks?”
“They look more like a puncture hole left by a thorn or a barb. Sea urchins, for example,
leave marks like this. But whatever made this hole must have had some kind of poisonous skin or
secretion that left this behind,” I said.
“So what’s venom then?” Detective Elliot asked.
“Venom is also a biological toxin but it’s injected. Nothing in the bloodstream means this
stuff attacked the skin and nerves. Death was painful,” I said. “Has anyone else gone into the
greenhouse since you came to me?”
“I left strict orders not to let anyone in there. What do you think did this?” he asked.
“I’m not sure, but we need to go down there. Tell them to get the head botanist and meet
me there. I need to ask some questions.” I turned to Dr. Kelly. “Find out exactly what kind of
poison that is and get back to me.”
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“But you’ve seen the samples,” she said.
“I know, but I need to be absolutely sure so I’ll know what to tell the area hospital to
have ready in case anyone else gets hurt. It will also help me determine what to look for. Let’s
get to the Garden. Time is of the essence.”
I grabbed the Polaroid camera off the shell and took some shots of the wounds. I would
need them for the botanist.
As we walked through the Botanical Garden I pondered what could have attacked the
cops and the botanist. With the type of poison I saw under the microscope, I couldn’t put a finger on anything. It would have had to be something of a considerable size. Not to mention it could
hide among the plants. Then, as I looked around, a funny thought entered my head. What if it
wasn’t a creature at all? What if it was a plant?
I knew very little about poisonous plants. Hell, the only poisonous plant I could identify
was poison ivy and all I knew was that it left a bad rash. Unless you’re allergic to the toxin, it
didn’t kill you. Besides, the wounds on the victims’ backs looked like attack wounds and plants
don’t attack people. At least I had never heard of plants attacking people. Was that even possible,
I wondered.
Detective Elliot walked beside me as we arrived at the greenhouse where there was a
large police presence on standby. He went over to a small command center that had been set up
where the Chief of Police and a short woman in glasses wearing a long coat were waiting. I was
introduced to the chief and then to the woman.
“This is Dr. Gloria Bennet, one of the head botanists here at the gardens,” the chief said.
“Were you able to determine what killed my men and that girl?”
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“I can tell you that they were all killed by a highly potent poison,” I said.
“A poison? From what?” the chief asked.
“That’s what we need to find out.” I took the pictures out and showed them to the doctor.
“Dr. Bennet, these wounds were found on the victims. The ME confirms it’s poison. I wanted
you to look at this and tell me if it looks familiar.”
She took the pictures and looked at the wounds. I watched for her response. “I don’t think
I have ever seen anything like this before,” she said.
“At first I thought it was a reptile or animal of some sort but I have to ask, do you have
you any poisonous plants in there? Something with thorns or barbs that could do this?” I asked.“That’s ridiculous. Those people were attacked,” the chief said.
“I know, but I just want to be sure,” I said.
“Sure of what?”
Dr. Bennet shook her head after she thought about my question. “All our poisonous
plants are in another building. We wouldn’t put them in the main pavilion,” she said.
“What about weeds? Aren’t some weeds dangerous?”
“Hogweed is but only if you cut it. This doesn’t look like Hogweed did this.” She looked
at the pictures again. “The police say the individuals were attacked. Plants do not attack people,”
she said as she handed the pictures back to me.
I looked into her eyes and could tell that she wasn’t telling me the truth about something.
“Have you had any recent incidents around here? Minor ones, you know, with people
getting sick or anything?”
“Aside from an occasional allergy, no.”
“Well did you receive any new plants that would have gone in that greenhouse recently?”
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“A plant wouldn’t. . . .”
“I understand that, but there is a chance something might have come with it. I had a case
once where a sidewinder stowed away in a crate of eggs. It happens,” I said.
Dr. Bennet thought for a moment. “I don’t recall anyone saying anything. But we got a
very nice cactus from Nevada about five weeks ago. We planted it on the second level. Other
than that…”
It was an answer I was hoping for. It quickly dispelled my thoughts of a plant and I
focused in on a more believable probability. “Desert, okay, now we’ve got something.
Greenhouse temperatures, poison secretions, small holes; it might be a lizard. It’s quite possiblethat’s what it is. There are some heavy enough to jump on someone and they do have small sharp
claws.” I took the picture from her and looked at it. “The wounds are spread out enough to be
claw marks and some lizards do secrete. Might have stowed away in the cactus and you didn’t
know about it. Okay, let me go inside and look around. I’ll need some gloves, goggles and
mask.”
“Hold on. I don’t think you should do that,” Dr. Bennet said.
“It’s okay. This is why he’s here,” said Detective Elliot, turning to me. “If your lizard
happens to walk upright and speak like a person I want you out of there fast.”
I agreed and prepped Dr. Bennet on what we were about to do. The idea was to go in and
see if I could locate the reptile’s hiding spot; then coax it out so I could get an idea of its size and
species. Once I knew that, I would come back out, get the proper removal equipment and go
back in to capture it. Most likely I would have to contact the zoo to take the reptile. And as fate
would have it there was one in Prospect Park right across the street.
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A uniform gave me what I needed and I put everything on. I double-checked to make
sure everything fit properly, then I was escorted to the greenhouse. The heat hit me immediately
when I walked in. Sweat began to trickle down my face. I breathed steady. It was perfect
conditions for a reptile. I looked around the floor first just to be sure it wasn’t crawling around
then I slowly made my way down a walkway. The greenhouse was quiet.
There were a lot of tall plants around me. Some trees thriving in the humid atmosphere
cast their shadows along the floor so I was mindful that anything on the floor could use the
shadows for cover. At the far end of the walkway, there was a staircase leading down. I paused
for a moment and looked around one more time before heading to it. The whole time I listenedcarefully for movement but there was none.
The stairs took me to a sub-level where there were desert plants on display. The exhibit
was beautiful, and with all the lights it felt very serene. But it was even warmer in this part of the
building and my shirt started to cling to me. As much as I wanted to turn back, I knew I had to
keep going. I could see where they had marked off the area, where the botanist and the cops had
been attacked. That’s where I began my investigation.
There weren’t any signs of a reptile. There was nothing on the floor, no small prints near
the exhibit, and no droppings of any kind. I tried making some sounds that I knew lizards made
as mating calls, but nothing came out into the open. I circled around and moved closer to the
crime scene.
I passed the outline of the girl and began to kneel. Just as my knee touched the ground
something hit me on the head and fell in front of me. I saw it was a small leafy branch from a
bush. I looked up and saw that it came off of a medium-sized bush that had been planted within
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the display. I picked the piece up and looked closely. Several more branches fell onto my head,
then I heard rustling. I froze and stared at the bush.
For a moment nothing happened. I continued to stay very still and waited. Then the heat
started to get to me, so I moved my hand against the floor to shift position. The leaves started to
shake. I immediately stopped and so did the shaking. There was something up there that was
watching me.
Carefully but quickly, I moved away from the crime scene and put some distance
between the bush and me. The bush continued to shake then I saw it start to split open, as if
someone was parting it. I moved out of the direct line of sight and the bush closed but keptshaking. I leaned over to see if I could tell what was making the bush shake but then it stopped. I
moved over some more and stood on my toes to get a better look. I could barely see behind the
bush. I decided to walk up to the display area while keeping my distance.
Suddenly, there was a noise that began to slowly resonate out of the silence. It sounded
like hissing at first but as it got louder it shook, making a rattling sound. It was too loud to be a
snake. It was more like a cicada, only louder.
I backed away again. The second I did, the hissing stopped and there was a muffled pop.
Something whizzed past my face and into the display behind me. There were two more pops and
I saw something silvery fly past my eyes. I wasn’t sure what it was so I got down low and ran for
the stairs. The hissing started up again but I didn’t stop. I took off up the stairs and stumbled out
the door.
“I don’t know what’s in there.” I started to take off the gear as everyone gathered around
me. “It sounded like a cicada but there are some reptiles that hiss to throw off predators or attract
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food,” I said. “Whatever it is it also spits. So I’ll have to be very careful when I go back down
there to coax it out.”
Dr. Bennet was upset. “I can’t believe there is a poisonous animal in the greenhouse. I’d
like to go with you and see what it is,” she said.
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea. If it’s really that dangerous, I don’t think you should
be exposed to it. Besides, I’m an expert at these things. I should go alone,” I said.
“I’m used to handling poisonous living things,” she said.
“What you handle doesn’t move like a reptile.”
“I’ll stay behind you then. I won’t get in the way.”I was worried about letting her go with me. I wasn’t clear on what I was up against, and if
this creature was smart, it could ambush us. But another pair of eyes would be useful in case I
missed something, or if the creature tried to escape. So I agreed and told her to get ready to meet
me at the door in ten minutes.
I had the police call over to the zoo to have someone on standby with a cage. Then I
requested a burlap sack and some special thick gloves with good grip. I double-checked to make
sure the sack was sturdy by punching the insides before getting suited up. They got an extra pair
of gloves for Dr. Bennet: just in case she had to help me. Then they double-checked us to make
sure we were okay. Once we were given the green light, we went into the greenhouse.
We headed down the stairs to the lower level and approached the display area with
caution. Immediately, I noticed there was sand all over the floor around the crime scene. The
heaviest amount of it was at the base of the display below the bush. A thin layer was scattered
around between the outlines of the body and near the foot of the stairs. There was dime-sized
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circles spread out in a funny pattern in the sand. They were in various spots throughout, then
disappeared at the base of the wall. Something had crawled through it.
“It’s been out,” I said.
I knelt and put my finger inside of the print, measuring the depth of it to determine the
size of the creature with which we were dealing. They weren’t too deep, which made me guess
that it would be small in stature. Yet I couldn’t make out from the shape of the prints what I was
going to be dealing with.
“I don’t know what kind of creature made these prints,” I said.
“Maybe it went back into hiding. Where did you say you heard that noise?”I pointed to the bush. Dr. Bennet started to walk toward it but I held her back and led the
way. The sand crackled under our feet making it impossible for us to be quiet. We were only a
few steps away from the bush when that low resonating sound started up and formed into a
disturbing hiss. I told her to back up quickly and move out of the direct line of the bush. As soon
as we did there were repeating popping sounds from the bush and we saw something shootout
and strike the lower part of the display across from it. Then the hissing stopped and everything
went still. We carefully and quietly went to investigate what we saw come from out of the bush.
Along the base of the exhibit wall we found very sharp, large, silvery needles that were
dripping some kind of liquid. It was thick and oozed slowly down to the floor. The sight of them
made my blood run cold.
“What the hell is that?” I started to reach for them, but Dr. Bennet pushed my hand away.
“You stick to your field of expertise, let me stick to mine,” she said as she carefully
pulled a needle out of the wall and looked at it closely.
“This looks like a cactus needle,” she said.
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“A cactus needle. They get that big?”
“I know,” she said as she turned it up to look at the tip. “I have seen some large ones
before but not like this.”
“I didn’t know a cactus could spit needles.”
“They don’t,” she said looking at me, “And they don’t secrete fluid like this from their
needles either.”
I stood up and looked at the bush. I didn’t want to move and make any noise, so again I
stood up on my toes to see if I could see over it to see the plant. I couldn’t.
“I don’t see anything back there. I’ve never heard of a spitting plant,” I said.“I don’t know of any plant that shoots needles,” she said. “I mean this looks like a cactus
needle but we don’t keep cacti down here. They’re all on the main level above us.”
I rejoined her and looked at the needle again. “Does the Garden have any poisonous
plants down here?”
“No, and nowhere in the garden do we have any with needles like this,” she said. “And I
can’t think of. . . .”
My phone rang, startling the both of us. I looked at the name on the screen and motioned
for Dr. Bennet to follow me. We returned to the upper level out of harm’s way and where my
reception was better.
“Hello?”
“It’s Dr. Kelly. You’re not going to believe this,” she said. “We just ran a test on the
poison; it’s got traces of radiation in it.”
“Radiation? Are you sure?”
“We ran it three times. Whatever you’re looking for is radioactive.”
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“There’s no way there could be–”
I never finished the sentence. Hundreds of needles flew from the direction of the stairs
and struck Dr. Bennet. They pierced her suit and covered the side of her face. Immediately her
skin began to swell. She screamed and began convulsing as the poison entered her blood stream.
I reached for her as she started to pass out but her fingers slipped through my hand. When I
turned to look at the stairs a vine came swinging at me.
I ducked and started to run for the exit. I could hear the cicada hissing behind me along
with the sound of something dragging. I didn’t look back because I was afraid of what I might
see. Feeling the breeze from the swinging vines near the back of my neck, I ran in a zigzaghoping that would buy me some time. I was almost at the door when I tripped and fell on my
shoulder. Pain shot through my body as I rolled over on my back. I clenched my shoulder and
cried out in pain. It was then I saw my attacker, and my screams of pain turned to screams of
intense horror.
It was a large drooping cactus, using its roots to push itself across the floor. Standing at
roughly five feet it moved in a stop and start motion. Its spiny vines were draped down by its
sides, and the longest of the vines were scraping across the floor in a zigzag formation. The vine
passed within inches of my foot a couple of times, then it stopped.
I covered my mouth to muffle the scream, and the moment I did, the cactus stopped
moving. It brought the vines in closer to its body, except for the longer vines that rolled up its
ends, and exposed its larger needles. It was waiting for me to make the next move.
Behind me I could hear the police knocking on the door for me to let them in. But I
stayed deathly still, never taking my eyes off the plant. The cactus, however, responded to the
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knocking by shooting several needles at the glass door but they just fell to the floor inches away
from me. It was responding to sound.
The knocking prevented the plant from leaving. Slowly and carefully I raised my hand,
motioning them to stop. When they did, the plant began to move on its roots and head back down
the stairs. I waited until I was certain it would not hear me before moving again.
The Chief and Detective Elliot met me first as I left the building and quickly ushered me
back to the command center.
“What happened? Why were you laying on the floor?” Detective Elliot asked.
“Did you see something?” the Chief asked.“Yes, I saw something. You have to give me a minute to collect myself,” I said as I took
a seat on a bench and regained my composure. Suddenly, everything that happened in the
greenhouse came flooding into my mind and I threw up. “I need some water.”
“Get this man some water!”
“What happened in there?”
My hands shook terribly. I closed my eyes to help concentrate on trying to get my heart
to stop beating so fast.
“Dr. Bennet and I were attacked. I think she’s dead.”
“Dead? How? What happened?”
“She was shot with poison from a plant,” I said.
“I’m sorry, a what?”
“A plant,” I said, “A cactus, to be exact.” An officer returned with a bottle of water and I
drank it fast. “Don’t go in there. It shoots its needles at you if you get near it. And that’s not all.
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Dr. Kelley called me and said that the poison has traces of radiation. So we’re dealing with a
very dangerous plant.”
Detective Elliot looked at me with a raised eyebrow. “Are you telling me that there is a
fichus in there killing people?”
“Not a fichus; a cactus. And there’s one more thing. I’m not even sure how to say this,” I
cleared my throat, “it walks.”
“Walks?” the chief yelled. “Plants don’t walk. You probably got so scared that you were
seeing things.”
“How big is this thing?”“About,” I looked around at the police around me and pointed to one of them, “His
height, I think. It looked bigger when I was on the floor,” I said.
“You see, there’s my point; seeing things. We need to go in there and get Dr. Bennet’s
body out.”
“You don’t want to go in there, trust me. We need to learn what kind of plant this is first
then figure out how to attack it.”
“Weed killer should do it,” the chief laughed and several officers around him did too.
“Where is this plant?”
“It went back down to the lower level.”
“Okay then. I need two officers to go in with me and get Dr. Bennet’s body,” the chief
said and he pointed to two men behind him. “You two come with me.”
“Don’t–” I started to speak but they were gone. “Detective you need to stop them.”
“Let’s go over what happened in there so we can get a clear picture for my report.”
I watched as the chief and two officers headed toward the building laughing at my story.
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“You need to stop them,” I said.
“Look, let’s just sit down and talk and get things straight. You had a bad episode in there
and we just need to make sure you’re clear about what you saw.”
“I know what I saw. I’m not crazy.”
“No one said you were crazy,” he said. “You have to see things from our side though.”
He sat me down and took out his pad and pen. “Okay, let’s start from the top.”
Detective Elliot hadn’t put the tip of his pen to the pad when screams and gunfire erupted
from inside the building. Everyone froze and looked at the greenhouse. It was silent for a
moment, then more gunfire. Suddenly one of the officers came crashing through the glass door screaming; his face covered with needles.
The police ran toward the doors with their guns drawn as I stood to see what was
happening. The chief was behind the officers trying to drag Dr. Bennet’s body out. He was
halfway out when he screamed, arched his back in pain, and fell face first into the glass.
The sounds of guns being cocked filled the air as the cicada sound from inside the
building started growing louder. I was preparing to see the plant come crashing through the door,
vines waving in the air attacking everyone with its needles. But the plant never emerged. When
the cicada noise subsided, the only sound that could be heard was a breeze in the trees.
They carried the chief over to a bench and lay him face down. Needles protruded from
his back and one from his neck.
“Don’t touch the needles,” I said as the officers started to gather around. I knelt and
looked into his face. “Chief?”
He opened his eyes slowly and started at me. “It got me in the neck.”
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“And your back,” I added.
“That’s funny; I don’t feel anything in my back. You sure they went through my vest?”
I reached over and felt the back of his shirt. Sure enough he was wearing his bulletproof
vest. The needles hadn’t penetrated the armor. But his neck was my concern. Swelling had
started around where the needle had pierced him and he was starting to pass out. The poison was
working fast.
“Stay with me, Chief,” I said then I turned to the officers around me. “Someone get an
ambulance!”
“It seemed to come out of nowhere,” he said. “It was on us so fast. We have to…” thenhe blacked out.
“Chief! Chief, stay with me!” I shook him but he didn’t respond. “Detective, we need to
get someone down here who knows what kind of cactus plant that is. I need to know what we’re
dealing with because this is way out of my league,” I said. “I need a zip lock bag and some
tweezers.”
While they got on the phone searching for someone, I used a pair of tweezers to pull
several needles out of the vest and put them in the zip lock bag for testing.
An hour after the chief was taken away, floodlights were brought in and the police
surrounded the greenhouse. White light poured into the glass structure, helicopters circled above
trying to pinpoint the plant’s whereabouts. There was no movement from inside and no one was
going to brave going in to see where it was.
“This is the most bizarre thing I’ve ever witnessed,” Detective Elliot said. “How am I
going to fill out a report on this?”
“That’s a good question,” I replied.
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Dr. Baum thought for a moment. “You said the plant that attacked you was a cactus?” he
asked and I nodded. “How close were you to it when it attacked?”
“I don’t know, a few feet,” I said.
“Come with me. I might be able to tell you something.”
We followed him down a walkway to an administrative building. He took us to his office
which looked like a tornado had hit it.
“I never work in here really. I have an office under the greenhouse,” he said as he logged
into a computer that was in the corner. He clicked the mouse and dragged several screens over
then stopped. “We received a shipment in from Nevada a couple of days ago.”“We were told there had been no shipments here,” I said.
“This one didn’t go through regular channels. When it’s a special delivery it comes to
me.”
“And by special, you mean?”
“Let me see. . . .Ah, here it is. It came from a place just south of Yucca Flats.”
“Yucca Flats; is that even a real place?” I asked.
“It’s where they used to test H-Bombs back in the Fifties and Sixties. Okay, yes, here it
is. It was a Cholla or as we call them ‘jumping’ Chollas.”
“A jumping Cholla?” Detective Elliot asked. “Oh, this I have to hear.”
Dr. Baum explained that the jumping Cholla was a cactus with very sharp needles and
long vines. If a person or an animal got too close, it would “jump” at them and jab its needles
into their skin. Once that happened it was nearly impossible to get the plant off.
“A hairbrush works effectively to get the needles off,” he said.
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“Well, this thing is spitting needles at us like darts. Are they known to do that too?” I
asked.
“No, and they don’t walk either.”
“But they are poisonous, right?”
“No. There are no families of cacti that are poisonous to people,” he said.
“Then what’s the deal with this thing then? Something from outer space?” Detective
Elliot asked.
I could see the look of apprehension to answer that question on Dr. Baum’s face. For a
moment, I thought he was going to walk out on us. But then he smirked and looked DetectiveElliot in the face.
“I doubt that very much. Unlike the last plants we encountered from outer space, I doubt
this one will be sprouting giant seedpods or singing and eating people,” he replied sarcastically,
and before Detective Elliot could respond, he turned to me. “Do you have any of the needles? I’d
like to take a closer look at them and see if I can’t determine what this poison is.”
I handed him the Ziploc bag, he looked at them, and went down to a lab at the far end of
the hall that was designed to treat unhealthy plants and vegetation. We immediately got to work
at a corner station.
He broke one of the barbs in half on a slide and liquid began to ooze out of it. Using a
high-powered microscope, he examined it while I watched. After a moment, he consulted a book
on poisonous plants to see if he could find the identity of the dangerous liquid.
“You don’t deal with plants do you?” he asked while looking through the microscope.
“No, actually, I deal in venoms and poisons mostly in reptiles. Behavioral issues in
certain animals and that sort,” I said.
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“So they called you in because they thought they had a dangerous animal on their hands,”
he said and continued looking through the book.
“You would be right,” I said.
Dr. Baum nodded then stopped and stared at a page. He pointed to a picture then went
back to the microscope and looked at the slide again. Almost immediately he became deflated.
“That’s not it,” he said. “This poison has two compounds. If I can figure out what one of
the poisons is, I can at least pinpoint…wait. You said the poison has some radioactive property,
right? That might be the way to go in this. We can use the computer in my office to–”
Before he could finish, the door to the lab burst open and an officer stood before us, outof breath.
“It’s. . . It’s. . . .”
“What? What happened?”
“Come on. They need you two at the greenhouse,” the officer said.
We ran out the office and headed to the greenhouse. On our way there we could hear
gunshots and glass shattering coupled with screams of panic. Helicopters had arrived and
hovered above the greenhouse, shining lights down on it. I heard a voice come over the officer’s
radio.
“Get out of there! Move! It’s trying to get out!”
The Cholla was at the door, spitting barbs and hitting anyone close enough to it.
Policemen were running for cover behind overturned tables and chairs, a shed and some trees.
But it was doing no good. Many were struck in the face and neck; others were hit in the legs.
Gunfire didn’t phase the plant. It wasn’t backing off, but it wasn’t coming beyond the door
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either. When the gunfire stopped, it turned and headed back down into the lower level of the
greenhouse.
Dr. Baum was in awe, and for several minutes, he didn’t say a word.
“What happened?” I asked.
“We sent some men in there to see if we could flush it out. They got down to the lower
level and it just attacked everyone. Then it came up here and started spitting needles and
swinging its vines,” an officer said.
“What did you guys do to it?”
“Nothing; it just attacked,” he said.“Dr. Baum?”
I looked over and Dr. Baum was still in awe. He slowly turned and looked at me. “I don’t
believe it,” he said. “It really did walk.”
“Yes, I know this. But we need to figure out a way to stop it now,” I said.
“You mean kill it? We can’t do that. We have to study it. Figure out why and how it does
what it’s doing. Do you realize this is a great scientific event happening here?”
“Don’t go there, Doctor. You saw what this thing did. You see the effects of the poison.”
I was cut short when several members from the task force appeared from inside the
greenhouse looking exhausted and scared. Officers rushed to help them over to a bench. We
promptly joined them.
“Some of my men are still down there. We couldn’t risk going back for them,”
Lieutenant Reynolds, the leader of the task force, said. “That thing is vicious.”
“What happened down there?” I asked.
“Who are you?”
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“He’s the man we called in to verify the poison,” Detective Elliot said.
Lieutenant Reynolds took a moment to gather himself, then looked at me.
“We went down to the lower level to see if we could flush it out into the open. It was
hiding behind a bush. The moment we got close it started making this strange sound then it
attacked. One of my men managed to get behind it and stepped into the display to get it from the
back. But it must have sensed he was there because it whipped around and went after him.
“It started flailing its vines around but it didn’t spit those needles at him. Not at first.
Only when he got back down and came toward us did it cover the side of his face with them. I’ve
never seen anything like that before. We circled around to the back and took cover in theelevator. We heard the gunfire but–”
Only the helicopter above us made any kind of sound. Everyone else was deep in
thought, trying to figure out what to say or do. My mind was processing everything he had said.
What was happening started to make some sense. But the “how” was still unclear.
“There’s got to be a way for us to lure it out,” Dr. Baum said.
“You don’t want to mess with that thing while it’s alive,” Lieutenant Reynolds said.
“Maybe if I get a piece of the limb,” Dr. Baum said. “Do you think that would be
possible?”
“Doctor, that thing is attacking everyone that goes down there for no reason and–”
The moment the lieutenant said that, I gasped. I didn’t remember doing it so loud that it
would draw attention to me, but it did.
“I can’t believe I didn’t figure this out before. There is a reason behind the attacks,” I
said.
“Would you like to enlighten us with your revelation?” Detective Elliot asked.
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I cracked a smile at his sarcasm. “Simple. It’s protecting its territory.”
“I’m sorry. What do you mean it’s protecting its territory?”
“Okay, imagine for a minute you’re sitting at home relaxing then suddenly someone
comes in and tries to remove you from your living room. You would fight them off, wouldn’t
you? It’s the same principal here,” I said.
“I don’t think that’s the case,” Lieutenant Reynolds said.
“That’s because you’re looking at it from the standpoint of this thing being a plant. We
think of plants as inanimate objects, but don’t they grow? Don’t they need air and water to live?
They procreate don’t they? Some even eat insects to sustain life.”“That is true,” Dr. Baum said. “Even this species of plant attacks anything that gets close
to it.”
“And it keeps going back to the same area after the attacks. It’s not waiting in the
doorway or on the steps for anyone to come in. It thinks we’re a threat to its living space.”
“Here’s a crazy question, when and how did this particular plant gain enough self-
awareness to know when it was being threatened? I mean call me crazy,” Detective Elliot put his
hands out and shrugged his shoulders, “Unless you can tell me about another case where
something like this has happened–”
“That’s why I need to get a piece of the plant to study it. You have to let me go down
there and break off a piece to look at,” Dr. Baum said.
“You think that thing is going to let you touch it?”
“No one is going down there,” said Detective Elliot. “We’re staying the hell away from
that greenhouse for now.”
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“There might be some pieces of it by the door from my men shooting at it. Would that
help?” Lieutenant Reynolds asked.
“Yes, but it can’t be too damaged. Otherwise, I can’t do anything with it.”
Lieutenant Reynolds radioed to his men for them to search the area just around the
doorway for parts of the plant. They were warned to be very careful and if they did find anything
not to handle it without gloves.
Dr. Baum was kept away from the area for fear that he would attempt to storm the
building. All pieces of the plant were going to be brought to him at the lab where we retired to
and waited.I decided to go online to see if I could learn more about from where the plant came. It
always helped my cases when I had a better understanding of an animal’s natural habitat.
Yucca Flats, in the Nevada desert, was home to our military’s testing of nuclear devices.
Since there were no towns or cities in the immediate area, it was the perfect place for
detonations. Although mushroom clouds could be spotted from Las Vegas, there were no
immediate dangers. From 1951 to 1992 there were 928 nuclear tests done in Yucca Flats; 828 of
them were done underground. Our minds began to wander.
“What would years of nuclear testing do to a plant? We know if a person was exposed
they could suffer from radiation sickness, sterilization and painful death. There’s no cure for
radiation poisoning and there’s no adapting to it. But plants could adapt, couldn’t they?” I asked.
“Over time generations of the plant could become immune to the radiation in the area
much like how many insects have become immune to chemical sprays. Underground rivers that
provided water for the plant would be carrying traces of radiation in it from underground blasts.
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This tainted water would be consumed and passed on to another plant during pollination,” Dr.
Baum said.
“You think that’s what happened with this Cholla?”
“It would explain the radioactive poison in the needles. But that doesn’t explain the
walking,” he said.
We sat there in silence for a moment. I thought back to my biology classes from college.
I remember having a class on cell structure. I tried to think of anything from that class that could
help me now.
“If I remember correctly, from my biology class, don’t plants move? Say if a house plantthat needed light was sitting in a dark corner, inches away from a window where sunlight was
coming in, couldn’t it lean over to get the light?”
“Not in the conventional sense you’re talking. They don’t move, but they will lean and
grow toward the light. This plant is moving up steps and crashing through windows. It’s like
something from another world,” Dr. Baum said.
“Well, this can’t be the only one like this. There have to be others. We should call
someone.”
Just as I started to suggest calling the military base in Yucca Flats, there was a knock at
the lab door. We looked up, expecting to see the police. Instead, there was a tall gentleman in a
suit and tie with two Army soldiers standing next to him.
“Dr. Baum?” he asked. “Which of you is Dr. Baum?”
“I am.”
The man smiled and entered the room. The soldiers entered with him carrying M-16’s
and stoic faces and behind them were several more people all wearing white coats. When they
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were all in the room, another army man entered. This man, however, was dressed in his military
finest and had several bar medals on his breast. With his hat tucked under his arm, he walked
over to us with a commanding presence.
“Are these the men?” he asked the man in the suit and tie who nodded. “Gentlemen, I’m
Lieutenant General Adam Denmark with the United States Army. This man standing to my left is
Dr. John Hannigan. We’re here to take care of your plant problem.”
I was speechless for a moment. “You know about the plant?”
“One of our Chollas accidentally got shipped here instead of the facility out in the Bronx.
We’ve been trying to track it down for a week,” said Dr. Hannigan. “I see it’s caused someissues.”
“You could say that,” I replied. “What is that thing: an experiment gone wrong?”
“No. It was discovered near one of the testing facilities in Nevada. There hasn’t been any
plant life in that area in some time so we were going to run some tests on it to see what effect
long-term radiation exposure had on it,” Dr. Hannigan replied. “It’s actually escaped us twice.
We decided to send it here to a more controlled and stable environment.”
“Stable environment? It won’t let you get near it without a fight. It’s killing anyone that
gets within inches of it,” I said.
“Getting it won’t be a problem,” Lieutenant General Denmark said. “We brought the
correct provisions with us so we can transport the plant safely. Now then, Dr. Baum, can we see
you outside for a moment, please?”
“Right now?” Dr. Baum asked.
“Yes, please,” Lieutenant General Denmark said.
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Dr. Baum looked at me again with a befuddled look then walked toward the team of
people in white coats who, with Dr. Hannigan, escorted him outside. Lieutenant General
Denmark stayed with me. The other two soldiers had positioned themselves on either side of the
door, their fingers at the ready near the triggers of their weapons.
“So all this is due to a shipping error, huh?”
“Try not to let that worry you,” he said.
“Well, I just–”
A soldier who entered and saluted Lieutenant General Denmark interrupted me.
“Lieutenant General Denmark, sir, the perimeter around the greenhouse has been secured.General Adams is requesting your presence, Sir.”
“Thank you, soldier,” he said and saluted him. “I’m going to need you to stay here for
your protection,” he said to me. “These soldiers will make sure no harm comes to you.”
I looked at the soldiers at the door as they saluted Lieutenant General Denmark when he
walked past them. They then turned to me and stood shoulder to shoulder. I said nothing.
I took a seat and tried to relax. My entire body welcomed the seat and I could feel my
muscles slowly loosen. I hadn’t taken a break since I arrived.
“You guys okay?” I asked the soldiers.
“Just fine, sir.”
“Your buddies are going to take care of our plant problem?”
“That’s what we’re here for, sir,” the other soldier replied.
I leaned back in the chair and closed my eyes. I was relieved that someone had come
along to handle the problem. Before I knew it my muscles relaxed, my eyes got heavy and I had
fallen into a deep sleep.
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When I opened my eyes, the soldiers were gone. I got up slowly and looked around to get
my bearings before going outside.
The second I stepped out of the building I could smell the gunpowder. The air was thick
with it. Walking down the path that led back to the greenhouse I was hit by a thin layer of smoke.
I felt something hard crackle under my feet. I looked down and saw bits of glass everywhere. But
I didn’t stop walking. I continued on the path and followed it around a turn.
There were shell casings from a machine gun, and several from shotguns, scattered
everywhere. I froze and waved my hand in front of my face to clear the smoke away. That’swhen they materialized into view: the bodies of police and military lay before me. They were all
lying on the ground face down, weapons still in hand. No one was moving.
Cactus needles were everywhere mixed in with the shell casing and glass. I knelt next to
one of the military men and turned him over. Needles were embedded deep in his face and neck.
His eyes were wide open and there was a look of pain frozen on face. I looked across at a cop
who was on his back; his throat was covered with needles. I jumped up and started to move
quickly through the bodies looking for a familiar face.
The bodies of the police officers present when I first arrived were scattered about. I ran to
the command center only to find it destroyed. There was no sign of either Dr. Baum or Detective
Elliot, or even the Lieutenant General. I cupped my hands over my mouth and got ready to call
out when I suddenly remember the plant moved toward sound, so I didn’t utter a word. Instead, I
ran to the greenhouse where there were more bodies, piled one on top of the another. It was like
the aftermath of a war.
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The entire front of the greenhouse had been blown away by gunfire. Dust and smoke still
rose into the air. There were pieces of the plant on and around the men and women who had done
battle with it, but there was no sign of the Cholla anywhere.
I then realized there was no helicopter in the sky and the floodlights had been destroyed.
“How long was I asleep?” I asked myself.
Suddenly I heard several shots from somewhere inside the greenhouse. I didn’t even
think. I ran as fast as I could through the doors and listened for where the shots were coming
from. Two shots resounded from the lower level and I made my way down carefully. I stopped
short when I saw Detective Elliot, on bended knee, aiming for the exhibit where the Cholla washiding.
“Detective!” I shouted. “What happened?”
He stopped firing and changed clips. “Stupid idiots. They tried to rush the place.”
“What? I thought they said they had a plan to capture the thing.”
“Oh, they had a plan all right. They tried to freeze it. Guess it remembered that little trick,
too.” He raised his weapon and fired five shots into the exhibit. “That thing lashed out hitting
everything it could. I don’t know who’s alive or dead at this point.”
“Where are Dr. Baum and that Lieutenant General?”
“Dr. Baum ran when that thing came crashing through the doors. The Lieutenant General
is dead. I saw him take a shot to the face back there.” He fired one more shot. “And that Cholla is
still alive.”
Detective Elliot lowered his weapon and stared at the exhibit. The plant had returned to
its normal spot and dug itself into the sand. It was done fighting. There was no doubt that this
plant was determined not to be killed or allow itself to be taken away.
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“We can’t leave this thing in here,” Detective Elliot said. “More people will be killed.”
He was right. I started to think if there was any way we could stop it.
“How were they going to freeze it?” I asked.
“They had some chemical in a canister. I think it’s upstairs somewhere,” he said.
“I can go find the canister and toss it down here. There are no windows down here. That
might–”
“No,” Detective Elliot said. “There’s a safer way to kill this thing.”
“Really?”
“I’ve been going over it in my head since the Lieutenant General tried his stunt.”Detective Elliot nodded then he changed clips in his gun. He pulled the slide back and a bullet
slipped into the chamber. “This plant needs heat to survive. I’m going to deprive it of its need,”
he said and aimed across the room and fired a single shot at the wall.
There was a loud beep and then I heard a machine shut down somewhere in the building.
“What was that?”
“I may not be a scientist, but I’ve got some knowledge about places like this. That was
the heating unit.” He turned his weapon upwards and fired into a glass fixture in the ceiling that
allowed people on the first level to look down at the second level. “I’m going to let all the heat
out.”
The plant began to stir as Detective Elliot rose to his feet and headed back to the second
level. He ran to the next glass floor piece and shot down into it, then hurried to the wall and
destroyed the next thermostat.
I could hear the plant below us making its threatening sound. It must have sensed what
we were doing and started to move.
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“It’s coming, Detective! We need to get out of here before it comes back up here,” I said.
“Let it come. I want it to come up here,” he said.
“Where’s that canister?”
I ran out the door and started looking around for the canister. If what Detective Elliot was
about to try worked, he was going to need some help. Destroying the thermostat and breaking the
glass wasn’t going to do it.
I moved about the bodies looking for the canister. I had to bend and turn several over just
to see if it was hidden under someone. I wasn’t sure what it looked like but I was certain I would
know when I saw it.“Looking for this?” I looked up and saw Dr. Baum standing there with the canister
cradled in his arm. “They dropped it during the attack.”
“Dr. Baum!” I ran to him. “Are you alright? What happened to you?”
“It was horrible. It was so vicious; so relentless. I’ve never seen such aggression in a
living thing.”
I slowly took hold of the canister and looked him straight in the eye. “We’re going to
have to kill it. You know that, right?”
“I know,” he said, sounding both disappointed and relieved as he let go of it. “You’re
going to have to throw it down into the lower level where it’s hiding. I’ll show you where to
throw it.”
I nodded and took the canister back to the greenhouse with Dr. Baum right behind me.
Detective Elliot was aiming at the stairs, waiting for the plant to come up.
“It’s on the move. I think. . . . Dr. Baum, I thought you left.” He looked at me with a
smug expression. “He turned tail and ran out on us.”
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“I’m a doctor, Detective. Not a hero,” he replied.
“I got the canister,” I said. “How do we do this?”
We gathered around the canister and did a quick survey of it. It was two feet tall, five
inches wide and silver with a dial on the top. There were warning stickers near the dial and one
that read “contents under extreme pressure” on the side. I had no clue how to operate it but Dr.
Baum said he overhead the instructions when the military were explaining the operation.
“We have to turn the dial counterclockwise,” Dr. Baum said. “Turn it until it locks then
press this red button here.” He pointed to the button in the middle of the dial. “You have one
minute before it releases the gas that will freeze the plant.”“Ok, Doc, you set it. I’ll keep it from coming back up here.”
“How are you going to do that? It’s not afraid of bullets,” I said.
“When those Army guys tangled with it the last time, someone shot it in the root.
Apparently, that’s a tender spot. If I can cripple it so it can’t run that would give us a better
chance. Once the canister is ready, it’s up to you to throw it down there. We’ll only get one shot
at this, guys, so let’s do this right.”
Dr. Baum didn’t waste a moment. He immediately turned the dial and set the canister. I
took the canister from him and shook my head.
“You’re no hero. I’ll take it down there.”
Dr. Baum didn’t protest. Detective Elliot aimed at the stairs then looked at me and
nodded. Clutching the canister I started to run down the steps. I heard a muffled pop and several
needles whizzed pass me. In an effort to get out the way I slipped and dropped the canister.
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It rolled away from me, clanking all the way down the steps while the Cholla appeared
and swung at me. I rolled out the way and tried to get up but my foot slipped and my knee struck
the corner on the stair. Pain seared through my leg as I struggled to get back up again.
Detective Elliot started shooting. I heard him yell for me to get out of there but I turned
my attention immediately to the canister which was just inches from the Cholla’s feet.
“I have to press the button!”
“You’ll never do it without getting killed.”
“Shoot the roots.”
Detective Elliot took aim and fired three rounds into the roots. The Cholla respondedviolently, swinging its vines around and hissing at us. It moved forward to the canister, pushing
it off to the side as it climbed over it and started up the stairs. It started spitting needles
aimlessly, missing us by mere centimeters. I hobbled back up the stairs and Detective Elliot kept
firing but the Cholla kept coming. Dr. Baum turned to run but was hit in the neck by the needles.
He screamed in pain as he slipped on the broken glass and fell on top of some bodies.
“Detective, we have to get out of here!”
“No, it’s got to die!”
“You can’t–”
Detective Elliot slid the empty clip out and quickly slid a new one in and began firing.
The bullets left the weapon rapidly, tearing apart the fleshy parts of the Cholla’s roots. The
hissing started to sound like screaming as Detective Elliot walked toward it, firing with each step
until he was out of bullets.
The Cholla fell backwards off the stairs and down alongside the canister. Its vines kept
swinging but it couldn’t walk. Detective Elliot slid the empty clip out then reached for another,
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but he was out. He looked around, spotted a dead officer and quickly grabbed the available
weapon and loaded the chamber. He took aim and fired.
The bullet struck the dial on the canister, popping it off. The canister whistled as the
pressurized contents shot out and began to spray the Cholla. He took aim again.
“Get down!” Detective Elliot yelled.
“I’m getting out of here!”
I turned to run as he fired. I heard these high-pitched pings as bullets struck the canister. I
heard Detective Elliot scream and then I felt a huge blast of wind behind me, and my body rose
off the floor. I flew over several bodies before landing hard on my side knocking the wind out of me. My face struck the floor and bits of glass pierced my cheek. A blast of cool air passed over
me as a high-pitched ring resounded in my ear. I closed my eyes and passed out.
When I awoke my face and body were numb. The ringing in my ears, however, slowly
started to dissipate and I could hear the muffled sound of a helicopter approaching. My back
muscles felt heavy and were not allowing me to stand so I rolled over and looked up at the
ceiling.
The searchlight from the helicopter passed over the greenhouse and shined down on me. I
struggled to raise my hand, hoping they would see that I was alive, when someone grabbed my
wrist. Then they began to drag me across the floor slowly.
I could make out voices protesting to the person who grabbed me. I felt them let go of my
wrist then faces came into view around me. Among them was Detective Elliot, half his face
blackened. The cold from the canister had burned his face.
“He’s alive. You need to get him to the ambulance.”
“Don’t worry, sir. We’ve got you. Are you in any pain?” the paramedic asked me.
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“What? What happened?” I asked.
“The canister exploded. We were both caught in the blast,” Detective Elliot said.
I tried to get up but everyone reached out and pushed me back down on my back and told
me to stay still.
“Where’s the Cholla?”
Detective Elliot looked toward the stairs. “It’s gone. Killed in the explosion.”
“Make sure,” I said.
“Will do. Now let these people take care of you. I’ll see you at the hospital.”
Detective Elliot disappeared and the paramedics and police went to work on getting me tothe hospital. They put me on a gurney and when they raised it so I could sit up. I saw Detective
Elliot along with firefighters pulling the remains of the Cholla up the stairs. A man dressed in a
silver fireproof outfit stepped up with a flamethrower and fired small controlled bursts at the
parts. Then he stepped back and they just let it burn.
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