Ultraviolet Catastrophe(44)
Author: Jamie Grey

He shook his head. “No way. We’re the ones who discovered the connection; we’re the ones who are going to solve it. As soon as we get anyone else involved, they’ll shut us out of the investigation. This is my project, too, and I’m not going to let it fail.” He spun on his heel and marched toward the elevators. “Come on. Let’s go find the others.”

Luckily, we didn’t have far to look. Max, Zella, and Amy were already in the library when we walked in. They were gathered around a table in the corner, heads together. I had a pretty good idea of what they were talking about.

“Did you guys hear the news?” Amy asked.

Asher nodded and slipped into the chair beside her. I took a seat across the table beside Zella.

She flashed me a shy smile. “Hey, Lexie.”

I blinked in surprise before turning into a responding smile. “Hey, Zella. Have you guys heard any updates? Do they know anything yet?”

Zella shook her head and tapped at her tablet for a second to pull up an email. “Dr. Danvers sent a short message this morning with the news since it was already spreading. She said they didn’t have any details yet, but they’d keep us informed. She also said this would not affect the project and everyone should keep working.”

My eyebrows went up. Not even a pause for the investigation to be completed? I met Asher’s gaze across the table, and he frowned.

“Lexie and I have a few more details, but they can’t go any further than this table,” he said, his voice full of warning.

“Of course not,” Amy said. “Who are we going to tell? And who would believe us anyway? We’re just kids.”

“The smartest kids in the country,” Asher said. “Someone might believe us, and then we’ll all be in trouble. Because Lexie and I discovered Avery wasn’t killed in the cryo labs. Someone killed him here in QT and then hid his body down there, hoping he wouldn’t be found. Hoping that it would postpone the project.” His voice went deep as he whispered, “Someone is trying to sabotage us.”

Max shook his head. “But who? This project will make QT the most important technology company in the world. It just doesn’t make sense.”

Asher leaned forward, his face grim. “It makes perfect sense. Think about what you just said, and then imagine if you were another company, another government agency. There would be no way to compete. This has got to be freaking them out. So we have one option: Find the saboteur before something else happens. Are you in?”

Around the table, everyone nodded.

“We need to be smart about this then,” Zella said. “If something on the network wiped our research, if someone’s suspicious about our findings, we’re going to get caught. We need to stay off the QT grid and only talk about this in person. No emails, texts, voicemail, anything. And any work we do has to be on our own secure network. Asher, can you handle that?”

“No problem. I’ve already started networking our home computers and blocking the QT signal.” He tapped a finger on the table. “We need to finish rebuilding the simulation, track down the source of the network scan to see who created it, and search Avery’s office to see if we can find any clues to what he was working on.”

“We’re almost done with the sim rebuild,” Max said, flicking through his tablet to bring up a spreadsheet. “The algorithms need to be reworked, and we’ll have to reenter the control data by hand instead of downloading it from QT. Probably eight to ten more hours of work.”

Asher made a note on his own tablet. “Good. I’ll start the network search at home tonight. I should be able to hack into QT and run a trace.”

“I thought there wasn’t anything you could do about the scan the other day,” I said, wrinkling my forehead. I might be smart, but I was no computer genius.

“I couldn’t do anything at the time, but I have a program at home that can help me trace the scan back through the network. It’s going to take a while though, I have a feeling it’s hidden behind all sorts of closed doors that may take a while to hack.”

“In the meantime, we have to get into Avery’s office if we’re going to find any real clues.” I chewed my lip and watched Joan the librarian file books across the room. An idea sparked in my brain. “The QT gala is next Friday, and I would think security’d be done searching Avery’s office by then. We could sneak in while everyone’s at the party.”

Zella nodded with a reluctant smile. “That’s a great idea.”

I tried to hide my surprise at Zella actually agreeing with me.

“I like it,” Amy said. “Asher and I can sneak in and search, and the rest of you can keep an eye out for us.”

My mouth gaped. She had not just stolen my idea.

Asher shook his head. “I think Lexie and I should do it. Our parents both have offices in that wing. We can use them as an excuse if we get caught.”

Amy pouted, twirling a piece of hair around her finger. “But Ash…”

“He’s right,” Max said with a nod. “I’d volunteer, but my dad’s office is in the south wing. It just makes sense.”

“We still have a lot of work to do.” Asher’s expression was unusually serious; he even sat upright in his chair instead of lounging in it like usual. “We have simulations to build and clues to dig up.”

“You sound like Veronica Mars,” Amy said with a smirk. “Okay, guys. Let’s go back to Max’s and keep working. I’ll see you at dinner tonight.” She kissed Asher on the cheek as she got to her feet.

He went still. “Um…I’ll have to cancel our study date tonight. My dad’s going to need me with this mess going on.”

“I need you, Ash. And you already know he’ll never miss you. He barely knows you’re around half the time.” Amy waved and flounced off with the other two, leaving me to stare awkwardly down at my own tablet. I hated this. Hated feeling jealous when I had no reason to be. Hated being the fifth wheel in the group.

“What exactly do you want me to work on?” I asked, not meeting his eyes.

“This morning I realized some of Einstein’s early work was on theories for disproving the ultraviolet catastrophe.” He rubbed the back of his neck before turning to me. “This is going to sound crazy — and I know they’re two separate things — but I swear I recognized part of the equation for the UVC wrapped in with Avery’s calculations for the Einstein-Rosen bridge. And it just doesn’t make sense. Maybe you could search for a connection.”