motion as they finally crept to a halt.
Caressing his throbbing right arm, John replied numbly, “What?”
“Your arm. Sorry about your arm,” the big man repeated. Up to that point, John was unaware that he had been hit during the tumultuous melee. As Mr. Hasker was about to sink its teeth into the flesh of John’s arm, the big man swung wide and struck John’s arm with a crushing blow of his steel pipe before finding his intended target in the form of Hasker’s head.
As the cacophony of the engines dissipated, John found the ensuing silence almost as disconcerting as everything he just experienced. After the chaos of the last few minutes, John wondered if there would ever be a time or place where peace and quiet could exist comfortably again, and in that same instant, he knew there would not.
“Come on,” said the mechanic in a hushed yell. “Let’s get the hell out of here before anyone else shows up.”
Chapter 9
October 2, 2015
The wind buffeted past the hulking plane as it cruised at 700 km per hour – 20,000 feet above the Atlantic Ocean. Lin stared at her laptop as the feeling of terror grew steadily inside her. She was gazing into the soul of a great evil, and she knew it would irreparably alter her world. Indeed, it was certain to alter everybody’s world . Being a scientist, however, she couldn’t help but marvel at what these two researchers had accomplished in such a short amount of time, regardless of their solipsistic motives and the catastrophic implications they carried. The fact that she felt even the slightest sense of awe left her feeling even more ill. The increasingly turbulent atmosphere made the KC-390 shudder violently between dramatic periods of loss of lift that caused the plane to drop as much as five hundred feet in altitude in little more than a second. The combined sensory stimulation easily overwhelmed her attempts to avoid regurgitation as she reached for a sick bag and heaved more than she thought possible for one person. In spite of her debilitating nausea, she read on, as powerless to stop as a gawker at the scene of a horrible car accident.
From the Journal of Marcus Johnson, PhD
October 1, 2013
We finished our preliminary testing on inter-subject viral transmission. So far it looks as if this vector is going to give us the specificity we need. We haven’t seen any transmission between the target subject and other animals despite prolonged exposure times. As the infected subject will not survive for long once infected, the primary mode of transmission we are concerned with is airborne. So far, so good.
For now, Marcus out…
January 13, 2014
Mr. Handler is such a pain in the ass! What kind of asshole takes some lame-ass name like ‘Mr. Handler’ anyway? Our experiments are going great but we can’t seem to kill these monkeys fast enough for that sick bastard! We have been working damn near around the clock; there isn’t much else to do out here. Wherever the hell ‘out here’ is. What a jacked up situation! Can’t talk to anyone except Sanji and the geeky-ass lab techs that barely even speak English! Don’t get me wrong Sanji is great but I’m beginning to wonder if he hasn’t been in with Mr. Handler from the beginning. He’s just way too comfortable with all this Cloak and Dagger bullshit. Sometimes I get the feeling he’s watching me; you know, keeping an eye on me for Mr. Handler. I’m going to have to be more cautious around him.
For now, Marcus Out…
April 11, 2014
It’s been a while since I wrote about our progress. After looking at several molecular targets we had the most promising results with voltage-gated sodium channels. We evaluated various toxins and their mechanisms of action but most were too slow, too obvious, or too detectable. Finally we came upon tetrodotoxin. That is some seriously bad shit! 100 times more toxic than cyanide
Caressing his throbbing right arm, John replied numbly, “What?”
“Your arm. Sorry about your arm,” the big man repeated. Up to that point, John was unaware that he had been hit during the tumultuous melee. As Mr. Hasker was about to sink its teeth into the flesh of John’s arm, the big man swung wide and struck John’s arm with a crushing blow of his steel pipe before finding his intended target in the form of Hasker’s head.
As the cacophony of the engines dissipated, John found the ensuing silence almost as disconcerting as everything he just experienced. After the chaos of the last few minutes, John wondered if there would ever be a time or place where peace and quiet could exist comfortably again, and in that same instant, he knew there would not.
“Come on,” said the mechanic in a hushed yell. “Let’s get the hell out of here before anyone else shows up.”
Chapter 9
October 2, 2015
The wind buffeted past the hulking plane as it cruised at 700 km per hour – 20,000 feet above the Atlantic Ocean. Lin stared at her laptop as the feeling of terror grew steadily inside her. She was gazing into the soul of a great evil, and she knew it would irreparably alter her world. Indeed, it was certain to alter everybody’s world . Being a scientist, however, she couldn’t help but marvel at what these two researchers had accomplished in such a short amount of time, regardless of their solipsistic motives and the catastrophic implications they carried. The fact that she felt even the slightest sense of awe left her feeling even more ill. The increasingly turbulent atmosphere made the KC-390 shudder violently between dramatic periods of loss of lift that caused the plane to drop as much as five hundred feet in altitude in little more than a second. The combined sensory stimulation easily overwhelmed her attempts to avoid regurgitation as she reached for a sick bag and heaved more than she thought possible for one person. In spite of her debilitating nausea, she read on, as powerless to stop as a gawker at the scene of a horrible car accident.
From the Journal of Marcus Johnson, PhD
October 1, 2013
We finished our preliminary testing on inter-subject viral transmission. So far it looks as if this vector is going to give us the specificity we need. We haven’t seen any transmission between the target subject and other animals despite prolonged exposure times. As the infected subject will not survive for long once infected, the primary mode of transmission we are concerned with is airborne. So far, so good.
For now, Marcus out…
January 13, 2014
Mr. Handler is such a pain in the ass! What kind of asshole takes some lame-ass name like ‘Mr. Handler’ anyway? Our experiments are going great but we can’t seem to kill these monkeys fast enough for that sick bastard! We have been working damn near around the clock; there isn’t much else to do out here. Wherever the hell ‘out here’ is. What a jacked up situation! Can’t talk to anyone except Sanji and the geeky-ass lab techs that barely even speak English! Don’t get me wrong Sanji is great but I’m beginning to wonder if he hasn’t been in with Mr. Handler from the beginning. He’s just way too comfortable with all this Cloak and Dagger bullshit. Sometimes I get the feeling he’s watching me; you know, keeping an eye on me for Mr. Handler. I’m going to have to be more cautious around him.
For now, Marcus Out…
April 11, 2014
It’s been a while since I wrote about our progress. After looking at several molecular targets we had the most promising results with voltage-gated sodium channels. We evaluated various toxins and their mechanisms of action but most were too slow, too obvious, or too detectable. Finally we came upon tetrodotoxin. That is some seriously bad shit! 100 times more toxic than cyanide
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