Free Virus-72 Hours to Live by Ray Jay Perreault

immediately."
    "Yes, Mr. President."
    "Good-by, Paul."
    "Eddy stay on top of this, there is
something about this virus that worries me. Please keep Roberto and
me current."
    "Yes sir."
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    Dmitry Kovalenko was a perfect baby, he was
a perfect toddler and he was a perfect pre-teen and teenager.
Dmitry was also a perfect young adult and mature adult. He knew he
was perfect and he wasn't interested in what other people thought.
They didn't understand him, they were dirty, they didn't listen,
and they didn't care about what he cared about. They were wrong and
irrelevant to him.
    Dmitry was 6 ft. 2 inches tall and had dark
wavy brown hair. To everyone who looked at him, he was attractive
and had a killer smile. He learned early, a smile, a laugh, and
even a tear occasionally would get him what he wanted. If it
didn't, then the dark of the night would be his ally and when he
struck, it was violent and he left no doubt, as to whom it was
from. He was smart enough not to leave evidence, just fear and
pain, which he could use to his benefit another time.
    Dmitry cared about others for only one
reason, because he could get them to do what he wanted. They did
what he asked and if they were afraid of him, that was their
weakness not his problem. He only hurt them when they didn't do
what was important what he wanted to be done.
    There were 14 men who were within his sphere
of influence. They were weak but regardless of what he wanted, they
complied. Petty theft, prostitution, drugs all helped move money
from people who didn't deserve it to Dmitry. Running pimps only
gave dirty people, disgusting satisfaction; why shouldn't Dmitry
help them destroy themselves. Drugs accomplished the same thing.
Selling drugs to dirty people only helped to move their money from
them to him; after all they didn't deserve the money, he did.
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    Abby woke up at 5:30 AM and intended to do
some more prep work. It seemed like a good time to get some
exercise done before breakfast, but her body said no. She did
something she rarely did and she punched the snooze button to get
another 15 minutes, then she pulled her blankets up over her
head.
    After the alarm had intruded into her sleep
once again, she got up and putting on her robe took a lot of
effort. She walked through the living room towards Beth's room and
when she entered, Beth hadn't gotten out of bed. "Hey, kiddo how
are you doing. It's about time to get up, don't you think?"
    Her little girl rolled over and said, "Mommy
I don't feel well."
    "What's the matter," the worried mother
asked forgetting about her own bad feelings.
    "When I take a deep breath, I make
noise."
    Perhaps it was an allergy or reaction to the
smog in Paris.
    "Ok, you can stay home today. Let me tuck
you in then I'm going to check on Dave."
    "Ok, Mommy."
    After a couple of hugs and kisses, it seemed
like Beth went back to sleep, so Abby moved out of her room
quietly. When she entered Dave's room, it was a mess. He had thrown
his clothes all over the place. In a way, it made her feel like
home.
    "Dave, how do you feel this morning? Beth
doesn't feel very well."
    Dave wasn't moving in the bed, which wasn't
much different from a normal morning wake-up.
    "Honey, wake-up," she said in a gentle
voice.
    Finally, she saw some movement under the
blankets and she wasn't sure which end was his head. She got a
muffled, "Whaaat?"
    "How do you feel, Beth doesn't feel well?
I'm letting her stay home today."
    Dave didn't answer immediately, but she did
hear a muffled cough, which sounded like something, was going
on.
    "Ok, it sounds like you've got the same
thing. You're staying home also."
    She didn't get a response and didn't expect
one. Abby left the room and noticed it was getting close to 6:00
and she had better get dressed for the breakfast meeting with
Evette. Getting dressed seemed slow and indecisive. Abby felt dizzy
a couple of times and noticed she had trouble taking deep breaths.
I wish this trip wasn't