Acidalia XIX
By Amanda D.

Saturday Sept 15th 10:15am pdt:

The Sisters Compound:

As she happened by, Nicole barely heard the harsh knocking on small door at the front of the Sister’s new complex over the seemingly never-ending din of construction. As sick of the nearly constant noise as she was, the tall red head couldn’t help but marvel at what a difference being well financed made. If they had been able to be this open about their presence in their first warehouse perhaps, they could have saved far more virus victims from the horrors of quarantine. Never mind how it would have prevented being raided by the military in the first place.

She walked quicky across the concrete floor towards the front facing entrance, anxious to see what was being delivered this time. From the second-floor loft that surrounded the main floor she saw Thomas leaning over the railing.

“We’ve got company.” The former quarantine inmate yelled to her.

“I heard. Going to see who it is right now.” Nicole yelled back.

Since meeting Thomas nearly two weeks earlier, the pair had grown very close. The last few nights the long dark-haired beauty had taken to sleeping in the cofounder of the Sisters bed, much to Nicole’s delight. Even though she kept telling herself to keep things in perspective, Nicole couldn’t help that her heart did a little jump every time Thomas was near. The thought brought a goofy smile to her face.

“What are you smiling about?” Thomas hollered.

“You.” Nicole replied and blew Thomas a kiss.

“Goof ball.” Thomas laughed.

“That’s me. Your goof ball.” She replied. Thomas blew her a kiss back.

Still smiling she finally reached the door. Upon opening she was surprised to see a quartet of women standing behind a single man. “Can I help you?” She asked with more than a bit of confusion.

The man was the one that spoke. “Names Harkin, you must be Nicole. Pleased to meet you. I believe Ellie was expecting me.” He extended a hand, which she shook awkwardly.

“Ahh the mysterious Mr. Harkin, we meet at last.” She replied trying to hide her annoyance that he knew who she was without any introductions.

“That’s me, mysterious to the end.” He said with a grin. “I have a special delivery for all of you.”

“What delivery would that be?”

He smiled at her and turned towards the four women behind him. “I promised Ellie military grade protection. These four ladies volunteered to be that detail.”

Nicole nodded at the four women standing behind Harkin looking them over. They all seemed very military in her estimation, well-toned bodies, very serious expressions plastered on their faces, standing almost at attention for no reason whatsoever.

“Why don’t you all come on inside.” She told them. “Be warned it’s super noisy in there. I think Ellie is somewhere out back in the office and lab area where it’s slightly quieter.”

“Actually, I can’t stay. Us mystery men, always have somewhere to be. I’m sure you know how it goes.” He said trying to be funny. “Ok if I just leave them with you?”

The tall redhead flashed an annoyed look his way before saying “Sure, I’ll take care of them.”

Harkin flashed her a quick mischievous grin. She could tell he enjoyed seeing he’d gotten under her skin and made a note to be more careful around him in the future.

“Thanks Nicole.” He turned to his charges. “Just follow Nikki here and she’ll get you set up.”

Nicole, frowned at the use of the nickname, as though they were old friends or something. She pulled the door wide open. “This way please.” She told them as she gestured for them to enter.

Inside the giant facility the racket was everything she’d promised and more. Everywhere you looked there were people building or assembling something. Walls were going up, equipment was being moved around, construction people were walking back and forth, some were on ladders, others on scaffolding. The floor was littered with every kind of construction material you could imagine. To the visitors the scene looked like total chaos.

“Just follow me and watch your step. It’s a bit of a maze.” She shouted over the din, hoping they could all hear her.

The five new women trekked across the gigantic main floor towards the far wall where the entrance to the office and laboratory areas were located. The soldiers looked arounds as they walked, marveling at the sheer size of the place. Each wondered what was going to be housed here that they would need so much space.

It was too loud in the main room to talk but one they reached the door and stepped through Sargent Elizabeth Russov tapped Nicole on the shoulder and asked “What’s going on here? What is this place?”

“Right now, it’s giant mess.” Nicole replied with a grin. Russov remained straight faced. Seeing her little joke fell flat she continued. “We had a facility in the city to help those infected that wished to avoid government quarantine centers, before the military raided us anyhow. This place is our second attempt at providing that service but this time rather than having to do it all ourselves, Harkin’s people have provided us with funding and the latest equipment and workers to help get it all up and running.”

The Sargent nodded, seemingly satisfied with the answer and continued following Nicole through the maze of hallways. Finally the quintet stopped at the door to a large room that from the window in the wall they could see was filled with nameless medical equipment. In the center of the room were three women that looked to be in the middle of a rather animated discussion while two others stood off to the side with bemused looked on their faces.

“This way please.” Nicole said ushering the new arrivals though through the entrance.

Once inside the big room they could hear the three women arguing loudly.

“And I told you that room needs to be one hundred percent sterile. This equipment isn’t what we need at all!!” Mia Blue shouted.

“I understand that Dr. Blue. I Just don’t know what you want me to do about it right this moment.” Ellie replied.

“I want you to get on the phone with whoever sent this shit and get us the right stuff.” Mia said angrily.

“I didn’t realize I was at your beck and call doctor. Forgive my ignorance.” The short sandy haired leader replied sarcastically.

Mia started to open her mouth again, but Sam interjected. “Mom, calm down. Ellies going doing what she can to get it straightened out. Screaming at her over it isn’t going to get it done any faster, now knock it off!”

Nicole smiled to herself. “Get her Sam.” She thought before loudly clearing her throat to get the trio’s attention. They turned and looked in her direction. She grinned and simply said “Hi.”

“Yes Nicole, what is it?” Mia said with left over annoyance.

“I need Ellie if your done chewing her ass to a bloody rag doctor.” Nicole said locking her eyes on the former head of the CDC’s Acidalia operations.

“I think we’re done here for now, Nikki.” The leader of the Sisters said looking at the pair across from her. “Are we doctors?” The pair nodded. “Good. I will get a hold of the medical supply place as soon as I can and try to get the mess straightened out Dr. Blue.”

She turned her attention fully to Nicole. “What can I do for you sweetie?”

“Your security team has arrived.” Nicole replied pointing in the direction of the four new arrivals.

“Oh.” Ellie said as she started walking in their direction. “Welcome ladies.” She said in a raised voice so she could be heard. Nicole, as well as Paka and Robbie, followed behind.

“I’m Ellie Wolf. You are?” She said as she extended a hand to shake.

Russov took the hand and gave it a shake. “I’m Sargent Elizabeth Russov. I’ll be in charge of the squad.”

Ellie nodded. “A pleasure to meet you, Elizabeth.”

“Sargent Russov is how I prefer to be addressed in front of my people if you please.”

“Of course. We just tend to be more informal here.” Ellie replied.

Russov nodded and continued. “This the rest of my squad. The short blonde here is private Joan Ashford. The tall dark-haired one next to her is private Kara Charles and the one skulking in the back ground is private Kate Becket. We are at your service Miss Wolf. Your and Dr. Greyson’s security are our top priorities according to my orders.”

Paka asked, “Why Sam?”

“As the inventor of the virus it would seem prudent to think she would need a security detail.” Russov replied noticing the cringe after Ellie’s face as she finished.

“Inventor?” Paka asked. She looked over at Sam and Mia, then back at Ellie. “She invented the fucking bug?” the small mouse shouted. The look of hurt and anger on her face was unmistakable.

“Fuck!” Ellie thought. Then to Paka she said “Paka, calm down.”

“Calm? Fuck that! You had the cause of all our suffering here and knew who she was and didn’t think to mention that little fact to the rest of us?” She screamed as she turned and started towards Sam.

“You did this to me? She shouted as she approached the pair of doctors.

Mia grabbed Sam and slid in front of the scientist, putting herself between her daughter and her would be attacker.

“Shit!” Nicole growled as she turned to intercept Paka. In 3 quick steps she caught up to the enraged new woman. “Paka, stop.” She pleaded reaching out for the little mouse.

“Stop? That bitch is the reason behind all the shit I’ve been through. Fuck that shit. I’m gonna kill her!” Paka replied struggling free of the redhead’s grip.

Russov glanced over her shoulder. “Becket your up.” She ordered.

The slightly built brown haired new woman sighed loudly. An instant later was next to Paka. “Sargent says that’s enough.” She told Paka calmly. Looking at Nicole, she told her, “I have this.”

“Be my guest.” Nikki said stepping aside.

Paka looked at Becket furiously. “You don’t have shit!” she yelled as she took a swing at the newcomer.

With ease that defied belief, Katie side stepped the punch, grabbed Paka’s wrist and twisted the arm behind the small woman's body. In the same motion the tripped the little mouse causing her to crash the floor face first and landed on top of her. The Sisters, unfamiliar with Katie's abilities, were awed by the speed and grace in which Becket subdued the enraged new woman.

“Please calm down.” Becket begged the woman beneath her. “I really don’t want to hurt you.” Paka continued to struggle to free herself. Becket increased the pressure on the arm hold, in response Paka howled in pain.

“Hey now! There’s not no need to be that rough” Nicole shouted and stepped forward to grab Becket. Before she knew it was happening

Becket shifted her position slightly and swept the redheads legs out from under her. As Nicole crashed to the floor Katie reestablished her full weight on Paka.

“I wouldn’t mess with Becket if I were you.” Russov called out. “She might be small but she’s like a tank on two feet.”

Nicole clamored to her feet angrily. “Why you little..”

“Alright! Enough of this foolishness.” Ellie hollered. “Sargent call her off! Paka, get over here and leave Sam alone! Yes, we knew who she is. No, we didn’t tell you because of fear of reactions just like this.”

Paka got up still seething. “You knew and you still gave her safe haven? Why? Don’t you see what’s she’s done to all of us? How could you?”

“I could because she hasn’t “done” anything to me but set me free.” Ellie said calmly.

“Set you free?’ the small woman asked incredulously. “Let me tell you Ellie, the bug she set free in the world, that you seem so pleased with has ruined my entire god damned life! I was gang raped, before I was infected at the hands of Brady because of her and the fucking bug. I spent months being tortured in quarantine because of what she did! Come hell or high water I’m going to kill her for what’s happened to me!” Paka threatened.

She turned to Sam and Mia. If looks could killed Sam would have been dropped on the spot. Paka pointed right at her. “You’re a dead woman Greyson. Mark my words!” She warned. To Becket who was still holding her she said “Let me go! I’m leaving. But I’ll be back! Have no doubt about that!”

Katie looked at Russov, who nodded her ascent and let her go. Paka turned and stormed out of the room without another word as the others watched slamming the door behind her.

Ellie sighed as Robbie came and stood next to her.

“I’d take her threat seriously. She killed at least two people in quarantine that I know of.” She told the assemblage.

“Nicole, go after her.” Ellie ordered.

“No, Ellie. Let me do it.” Robi stated. “I know her best. She might listen to me.” Ellie nodded her ascent. Dr. Goings hurried off after Paka.

Ellie sighed again.

“Guess that could have gone better.” Russov remarked glumly. “I’m sincerely sorry Miss Wolf; I wasn’t aware there were some that didn’t know who Dr. Greyson was.”

“Call me Ellie, please, Sargent.” She requested. It’s not your fault. It was going to come out eventually. I guess now was as good a time as any. I doubt it would have gone any better at a later date. However, Sargent, next time we need to discuss these matters, let’s wait until we’re somewhere more private.”

“Yes, good idea.”

“Well, what’s done is done. Let’s see about getting you and your people some place to sleep. Nicole, could you please show them to the living quarters? I’m afraid you’ll have to double up until more space is available.”

Nicole looked at Ellie as she dusted herself off. She debated arguing that they didn’t need these strangers here but thought better of it. “Sure thing. Will you four please come with me?” She asked as she showed them to the lab door.

*************
Robi raced across the main floor to catch up with Paka. By the time she caught up, the angry new woman was just reaching the stairs to loft.

“Paka” She yelled.

“What?” was the only reply she received. However, it made Paka turn towards her and wait.

“Where are you going?” Robi asked breathlessly.

“I’m going to tell Thomas and Linda what’s really going on here. What the hell do you think I’m doing? Going for an afternoon stroll? You saw what just happened, for fucks sake. After I tell them the person responsible for everything that happened to us at Reynolds is living here, I assume at least the of us will be leaving.” She relied angrily. Then with tremendous sarcasm added “I figure you’ll be staying with lover boy.”

“Do you think that’s wise?” Robi asked ignoring the dig.

“Wise?”

“If you leave, where are you going to go? I get your upset about Sam, but she’s suffered the same fate as you. She was transformed against her will and incarcerated for months at Greyson labs by the military.” Robi explained.

“Against her will? She invented the fucking bug. She deserved whatever she got. Robi, do you have any idea how many lives she ruined? How many are dead because of her?” Paka said exasperatedly.

“No, Paka. I have no idea, but you know who does? Sam. Mia told me they updated her every single day at Greyson on the infection count. The weight of what she’s caused crushes on her like no other. Why do you think she and Dr. Blue are here? They’re here to find a way to stop the bug from causing any more harm or grief.” Robi told her. She was trying to stamp down the anger that was rising in her and afraid she was doing a poor job of it.

“I don’t give a shit how much regret she carries or how much this all weighs on her. She’s ruined my entire life. For fucks sake Robi, Wanda Maximov is dead because of her. Not to mention all the people are Reynolds. Maybe you can stay here all cuddled up with Warren and be ok with her presence. I can’t! I won’t!” Paka yelled and started back up the stairs.

Robi reached out and grabbed the little mouse by the arm. Paka turned on her angrily and yanked her arm free. “Don’t fucking touch me. That’s your only warning Robi, because of our past. Next time you’re going to lose a hand.” The blonde growled and continued her way up the stairs calling out Thomas’ name.

By the time she reached the landing Thomas was there waiting.

“What’s up?” she inquired.

“We can’t stay here!” Paka shouted.

“Why not? What’s the matter?”

“Paka..” Robi said before being cut off.

“The doctor, Sam, she’s the one that invented the fucking bug. Everything that’s happened to us is her fault!!” the short blonde blurted out angrily.

“Sam what?” Thomas asked confused.

“Sam and her partner, a woman named Laura, accidently invented the Acidalia virus, Thomas.” Robi said plainly. “That’s what Paka’s upset about.”

“Sam invented it. Why? How?” Thomas asked, not exactly angry, but certainly not as calm as she was seconds before either.
Robi sighed. “Sam was crippled. A virus attacked her central nervous system and caused her to lose use of her legs. She and another doctor were working on a cure for it when they accidently created the Acidalia virus. It wasn’t her fault it got out though. That was the Dr Ryson person they are always talking about on the news.”

Thomas looked seriously at Robi. Next to her stood Paka who was nearly jumping out of her skin with anger. Robi worriedly tried to decern what was going on in Thomas’ head. If she decided she wanted to kill Sam, the doctor wasn’t sure there was anyone in the building that could stop her.

Paka tugged on the tall dark hair woman’s shirt sleeve and demanded “We need to go! We can’t stay here with that.”

Thomas nodded. “I want to speak to Sam.” She told the two of them.

“What do you need to talk to her for?” Paka all but shouted. “She fucked our lives up. Everything from losing your family to the time you spent in Reynolds is all her fault!”

“Yes.” Thomas agreed. “We’ve certainly been through a lot because of her invention. I still want to speak to her before I decide what to do.”
“But…” Paka started. She couldn’t believe that Thomas wasn’t as angry as she was.

“Excuse me.” Was all Thomas said as she pushed past them and headed down the stairs. Robi followed. Paka stayed planted where she was.
Of all the reactions she thought she’d get to the news this was the very last one she expected and wasn’t sure how to proceed.

A few moments later Thomas entered the lab. She looked around until her eyes landed on Dr. Greyson. The sight of the this woman who’d become something of a friend to her now revealed as the inventor of the virus sent a mix of emotions through her.

Ellie seeing her enter came to her. “Thomas” she said.

Thomas looked down at the leader of the Sisters. “You knew?” She asked.

Ellie nodded. No use in hiding it at this point.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” She asked with an edge of anger in her voice.

“I didn’t know you’d react.” Ellie replied truthfully.

At that moment Nicole returned to the lab. She smiled at Thomas. “Hey babe. Our guests are getting settled El.”

“Did you know too?” Thomas asked before Ellie could reply.

“About Sam?” Nicole asked.

Her lover nodded.
“Yes. I was the first of us to meet her, while I was in dentation at Greyson labs. Other than Mia anyhow.”

Across the room Dr’s. Blue and Greyson watched the trio talking. Thomas’s posture was one of tension.

“Sam. Maybe you should get out of here in case that conversation is about you. Thomas looks really agitated.” She told her daughter.

“I’m sure it is and yes she does.” Sam replied. “But where can I go? Not even Nicole or Wendy could stop Thomas if she doesn’t want to be and I’m tired of running and hiding. If she wants to beat me up or kill me, so be it. I can’t do this anymore.”

“Sam!”

“No mom, I’m not going to run away.” Sam told her adamantly.

On the other side of the room the conversation ended. Thomas began to walk towards where the two doctors stood.
Mia stepped between them and said “Now Thomas…”

“I only want to talk.” She said looking past Mia and directly at Sam. The tall dark-haired beauty put her hands up to show she meant no harm, yet.

Sam looked at Thomas, the sadness was evident in her eyes to the enhanced new woman. “Want to do it here or someplace more private?”

“I’d prefer just the two of us if that’s ok.”

“Sure, let’s go.” Greyson replied and walked towards the rear door.

Thomas started to follow but Mia grabbed her arm spinning her back around. “If you harm her..” she warned.

“If I meant her harm, do you think Ellie and Nicole would have allowed me to come over here by myself?” She answered pulling her arm out of Dr. Blue’s grip. “Plus, how would you stop me? Seriously Dr. Blue, I just need to talk to her and find out.”

“Find out what?” Mia asked.

“If she really does regret what’s happened.”

The pair emerged from the back door of the former airplane assembly plant into a small grassy area. Sam continued on until she reached an ancient looking picnic table. She climbed upon top of it and sat on the table.

“What can I do for you, Thomas?”

“I think you know.” Was the reply.

“I do.” Greyson replied looking at the ground. The doctor was terrified. More afraid than she’d even been in her life. For a moment she wondered if this is how Laura had felt in her final moments.

“So, it’s true then. You invented the virus?”

“Yes.” Was all she could bring herself to say in reply. She was fighting mightily against the tears that wanted to come. After a moment she felt she had herself under enough control to look up and face her inquisitor.

Thomas looked at her sympathetically. “That’s one hell of a burden to carry, Sam. A lot of lives have been turned upside down by your invention.”

“Think I don’t know that?” Sam asked. The unbidden tears came. Much as she wished otherwise, she was unable to stop them any longer. “I’ve destroyed the whole world. Lives beyond number. Last official number of infected I got to see before the sisters liberated me from the military was somewhere around two hundred million people. I kind of make Hitler look like a piker huh?”

Thomas looked at the small woman as she spoke. The emotional turmoil she felt inside was mirrored on the doctor’s face. “Sam, I have to be honest. You and your bug have cost me everything. I’m not sure I can ever forgive you for what I’ve lost. What I’ve been through.”

“I understand. If it helps, can’t forgive me either. Do whatever you need to do, Thomas. I completely understand.” Dr. Greyson said as she stood up and spread her arms. “I won’t even fight back.”

“No, I’m not going to harm you. Beating you up or killing wouldn’t change anything.”

“No, but…” Sam replied.

The tall dark haired new woman took the seat on the table that Sam had just vacated. She looked at the doctor’s tear-filled eyes and patted the spot next to her. “Come. Sit.”

Sam did as she was asked and sat back down

“Ok, now tell me. In your own words. How did all this happen?”

“In my own words?” Sam sighed. She wondered a moment how long it had been since someone asked her what happened from her point of view.

“I was a cripple. A virus infected my spinal cord and caused me to lose use of my legs when I was in my late twenties. I’m a research scientist and I spent years afterward looking for a way to repair the damage. My lab partner Laura and I stumbled on the idea of using a retrovirus to basically rewrite the genes in the damaged nerve cells. We used a very sickly rat to test one of the serums on and much to our surprise, low and behold it worked. We couldn’t believe it. Without Laura’s knowledge I decided to spend that night in the lab watching over the rat. Eventually exhaustion overwhelmed me, and I fell asleep. Somehow, while I slept, the containment on the fishbowl we were using got compromised and I would up breathing the same air as she was. Next day things started happening. It started with being able to move my foot and eventually progressed to where I could stand on my own and walk after a while. I was amazed to say the least, until I discovered I was growing breasts and shrinking in height. The changes continued until I was what you see now. For days afterwar we ran tests. All of the results bore out that I wasn’t in any way contagious. Little did I know at the time who wrong that was.”

Sam paused a moment and looked to see what Thomas might be thinking. Thomas said nothing but motioned for her to continue.

“Not long after my first time out in public we discovered that I was indeed contagious when several men were admitted to local hospitals a couple days later. Eight cases, all in San Francisco except one that showed up in Oakland. That’s when we discovered my business partner Carla Ryson had somehow discovered the serum and used it to try and cure her terminally ill nephew. That’s when all hell broke loose and the army and CDC got involved and basically here we are.”

Thomas nodded. “I have to say Sam, it doesn’t sound like this is really your fault. I mean yes you accidently invented the virus, but you had no idea what was going to happen. Neither did your business partner.”

Sam nodded back. “You sound like Mia.”

“But you don’t believe either of us, do you?”

“No, Thomas, I’m sorry but I don’t. I can’t. If I’d just accepted the hand fate delt me none of us would be in this predicament. It is one hundred percent my fault.” Sam explained.

Thomas reached over and took the doctors hand in both of hers. “I can’t speak for everyone. There will be those like Paka that will never forgive you. That is going to be their cross to bear. For myself, I’ve spent too much time being angry and hating, I just can’t do it anymore. For whatever it’s worth, I forgive you.”

Sam looked at the new woman stunned. “You forgive me? After all you’ve lost. How?”

“Very few have been through as much as I have since the outbreak but that’s not on you. It’s on those in charge. You didn’t send me to quarantine. You didn’t put a mad man in charge of it. You didn’t replace hm with and evil cunt that tortured all of us in the name of science.
None of that is your fault.” Thomas told her with great sincerity. “When I get my hands on the fuckers that did do all those things, however, I will make sure they understand, in detail, what I’ve been through.”

Sam nodded. The tears were back leaking from the doctors’ eyes. “Thank you, Thomas. I can’t tell you how much that means to me. I never…thought anyone..could,” Sam told her as her voice boke. Thomas got up, took Sam’s hand and pulled her in for a warm embraced.

From behind they heard a familiar voice saying, “Looks like everything’s ok out here.”

The pair turned to see Nicole and Robi walking towards them.

“Hey babe. Yeah, we’re good.” Thomas said in greeting.

“Not mad at me?” Nicole asked.

“Not happy you didn’t tell me but no, not mad.”

“Whew.” Nicole joked trying to cover the relief she felt.

“Next time though…” Thomas said with a faux stern look on her face, then smiled. Nicole smiled back and blew her a kiss.
“How are things inside?” Sam asked.

“Paka’s pissed. She told Linda but so far, she’s not said much. Which I think is part of what has Paka so mad.” Robi told them.
“I should go talk to them.” Thomas said.

“Can’t hurt. Want me t come with you?” Nicole replied.

“No. I think this will go better if it’s just the three of us. Unless you want to come too Robi.”

She nodded. “Ya, I’ll come too. Maybe two friendly faces will help.”

Thomas leaned over and kissed Nicole's cheek. “See you later hot stuff.” She told her lover and then the pair walked back inside.

“Are you ok Sam?”

“Yes, Nicole. Thank you for asking. I’ll be fine.” The doctor said with a wan smile.

Nicole pulled her in and hugged Sam. “Remember, you’re one of us. Not just some hanger on. Your part of our family now and we protect our own.”

Sam smiled. “Thank you. That means a lot.”

“No, it means everything.” Nicole replied seriously. “No one will harm you as long as I’m around Sam. I promise.”

***************
The Dorms:

Sgt.Russov leaned into the open door the three of her subordinates were assigned. The room was a bit on the small for three people but what t lacked in personal space it made up in amenities. There was a television on one wall, a phone on the small night table next to the single and on the left side of the room was a set of bunks. At the rear was a closet big enough for two people to stand in. Next to the door was one for the bathroom which featured a double sink in a full-sized vanity with an equally big mirror behind it. The shower stall was big enough for a large
man to shower in with ease. The Sisters had spared not a single cent of their benefactors’ money in equipping their new home.

“How are we getting along ladies?” She asked.

The three in the room immediately turned and stood at attention at the sound of her voice.

“We’re making do Sargent.” Joan Ashford replied.

“Good. Ellie told me they will have better accommodations for everyone soon.”

“Sir, yes sir.” The three said in unison.

“When you’re done unpacking, meet me out in the back of the building. There’s a large grassy area I’m planning to take over for our morning PT.”

“Yes sir.” Kara Charles replied. “We should be there in ten, Sir.”

“Very good. All ok with you Becket? You’re awful quiet.”

“I’m fine Sargent.” She replied. She bit her bottom lip then asked, “Permission to speak freely sir?”

Russov somehow managed to resist rolling her eyes. “Go ahead.”

“I’m just wondering Sir, what is this place? Who are these people? Why are we here?” Becket was asking for herself but know the others were wondering the same thing.

“We’re here because we were ordered to be. As to who they are, that’s a bit more complicated. From what I was told at the briefing I received before we came here, these women were once considered terrorist. Their old place was raided by Col. Jordon’s people. It seems now they are back on the side of angels. This place once it’s open will help treat people like the four of us. They will have full hospital facilities for this going through the change.”

“As to why we are here. Our job is to make sure Ellie Wolf and Samantha Greyson are protected from those who would do them harm, regardless of whether that threat comes from outside or within. Understand?”

“Yes Sargent.” The three replied in unison.

“Until we get the lay of the land, we are all on duty twenty-four seven. Rec time will come after. And remember ladies, we are not here to make friends.”

“Yes Sargent.”

“Any more questions?”

Becket shook her head no.

“Excellent. PT out back in ten minutes.” She ordered as she turned and left the room.

After Russov left, from behind her back, Becket heard “Good job Becket. Pissing the Sargent off already.”

She turned to see Joan and Kara standing directly behind her. “Don’t try to tell me you two weren’t curios too.” She told the pair.

“Ya but we know better than to ask. Once again, you’re only thinking about yourself.” Joan taunted.

“Ya, ya, ya. I know I’m a selfish bitch. Blab bla bla…” Katie replied mockingly. “Look we’re here til they tell us to leave. Can we please drop the personal bull shit and just work together? I’m really not trying to cause trouble. I just want to get through this assignment, you two do.”
They gave her twin dubious looks.
“Look, I’ll tell you what. If I get out of line, the two of you have my permission to give me wedgies til I straighten up ok?”

Kara and Joan despite themselves started laughing.

“Wedgies huh?” Joan asked smiling.

“As bad a one as you want.” Katie replied laughing along with them. “Seriously though. I promise I’m not here to cause trouble.”

“I hope not Becket. This is a plumb assignment. Let’s not fuck it up.” Joan replied.

“I’ll do my best.” Becket responded.

“Good. Now everyone get yor asses in gear and stow your shit pronto, Sargent is going to be looking for us before long.”

********
Elsewhere in the building:

Robi and Thomas, now joined by Warren could hear Paka yelling and the sound of things being thrown around from halfway down the hall as they approached. The doctor was worried. She was well aware of the little mouse’s propensity for violence. She squeezed Warrens hand harder as the approach the room. He in return squeezed hers gently to reassure her he was there.

Thomas entered first, ducking just in time as the rooms telephone flew by her head and shattered like so much fine crystal off the wall a foot to her left. “Jesus!” She exclaimed. “What fuck, Paka?”

“What?” the short blonde yelled back.

“You almost hit me with that, that’s what!”

“Well stay out of here then. No one asked you to come in!” On the right side of the doorway was a small backpack filled with the former news chiefs’ meager belongings.

Thomas looked at it and then back at her friend. “Going somewhere?”

“Yes! I’m getting the fuck out of here!”

“Where are you going to go?” Thomas asked. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Robi and Warren standing to the side allowing her to do the talking.

“I don’t care. I’m not staying here with that fucking twat, Greyson. Fuck that. That bitch has ruined my entire life! One of these days I’m going to kill the cunt. If it wasn’t for the military chick, she’d be dead already.” Paka shouted.

“Bob” Warren spoke up. “Sam created the bug yes, but she never meant for any of this. Blaming her for Wanda being dead or what happened to you after is like blaming a hurricane for your milk being sour.”

“Fuck you, Warren. You didn’t go through the shit I did. And don’t call me Bob. My names Paka now!” she told him. Then muttered “Asshole.”

“Paka…” Robi started.

“Fuck you too Robi. I’m done. Get the fuck out of my way Thomas!” she raved as she tried to push her fellow new woman out of the way.

“Hey!” Thomas protested.

“Don’t hey me. Get the fuck out of the way or I’m going to make you.” She seethed. “Matter of fact why are you staying? If anyone was on my side, I thought it would be you. Why aren’t you pissed off too?”

“I am pissed off. I’m angry that Ellie and Nicole didn’t trust me enough to tell me the truth. What I’m not pissed off at is fate. Yes, Sam invented the thing, by accident. None of the stuff that’s happened to me is her doing though.” Logan explained. “Now tell me you want to go after the mother fuckers in charge that stuck us in quarantine and allowed the atrocities that were brought down on us to happen, then I’m in but I’m not going to kill Sam for something that was pure chance.”

“I want to kill them all.” Paka growled. “All of them. Anyone that had anything to do with it! And I’m going to. Mark my words, as many of them as I can. I’ll wade in their blood and paint the world red with it!”

Thomas nodded and sighed. “Then I guess you better leave then.” She said sadly.

“That’s how it is now?” Paka said angrily. “I should have known you’d kick me to the curb now that you’re all hooked up with Nicole! Get a little pussy and now you forget who your friends are.”

Thomas ignored the last part of Paka’s rant ad replied, “I can’t support you. Ellie certainly won’t. So, if that’s what you really want then you’ll have to do it elsewhere. None of us allow you to hurt Sam.”

“You think you can stop me?” Paka challenged.

“I truly hope we never have to find out.” Thomas relied simply.

“What about you Quinlan? Your life got nearly as fucked as mine by this shit. Up for a little payback?”

Warren looked at Robi then said “My place is here. The Sisters have kept me safe all this time.”

Paka shook her head. “Ya sure, the Sisters, right. Fuck it then. Get out of my way. I’m out!”
The small blonde pushed her way past everyone and stormed out. The three turned and watched until she slammed the front door with so much force the frame rattled, and she then she was gone.

“That could have gone better.” Robi said with a tinge of sadness in her voice.

“It’s her choice.” Warren replied.

“I know but after all we’ve been through. I just wish… You know what I mean?”

“I do. Are you ok Thomas?” Warren inquired.

The brunette beauty nodded as tears rolled down her cheeks. “I need to be alone for a while.” She told them and walked out.

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Outside:

Harkin sat at the end of the long driveway that led to the Sisters new facility in the borrowed military owned drab green van he’d used to transport the four, talking on the phone when Paka passed by.

“Hey, let me call you back. There’s someone I need to talk to.” He told the person on the other end as he opened the driver’s side door.
“Hey!” Hey, you!” he shouted stepping out.

Paka turned to see who was yelling to her. Seeing him she rolled her eyes, thinking “I don’t need whatever this asshole wants.” Then yelled back “Whatever you’re selling I’m not interested!” She turned and started off again when the stranger hollered to her again. “What the fuck!” she growled with her back still to him. “Dude, take the fucking hint! Jesus!”

She could hear the van door close and seconds later it pulled up next to her. The stranger rolled down the driver’s window and called to her again. There was a small running board type of step at the bottom of the door. Without missing a step, she leapt onto it and grabbed the driver by the throat. “I said fuck off! Now be a good boy and fuck off! I’m not in the mood today! Bother me again and I’ll rip your thought out! Got me?”

She let go and hopped back down as Harkin coughed and gagged. A small smile of satisfaction spread across her lips. Maybe being on her own wouldn’t be so bad after all she thought as she started to walk again.

Harkin, his throat still aching, hopped out of the van drawing his gun and hollered “My names Harkin, I’m with the NSA Stop where you are right fuckin now!”

Paka turned and saw him with his gun drawn in a shooter’s stance. “Are you planning to shoot me Mr. Harkin? Think you can get me before I reach you?”

“Yeah, I know I can but I don’t want to shoot you. I was actually hoping to offer you a ride. You one of Wolf’s crew, yes? I’m a friend of hers myself.” He said as he lowered the gun. He was trying to show her a little bit of trust but, left the safety off in case she charged.

“Not my “crew” at all. I want nothing to do with them.” Paka replied.

Harkin smiled and nodded. “Trouble in paradise huh?”

“Something like that. Not that it’s any business of yours.”

“True enough. Honestly, I could give to shits. However, I can still offer you a ride somewhere….”

“Paka.” She replied getting the hint. “I’d accept but I have nowhere to go at the moment.”

“Ok. Maybe I can fix that too, Paka. The people I work for have resources and safe houses all over. We might even be able to provide you with some cash to get you started.” He told her.

“Look buddy, I have no more love for government men than I do for them back there. Why don’t you just fuck off now like a good boy before my mood gets any worse.”

“I don’t exactly work for the government.” He told her.

“Dude, you said you were with the NSA not two minutes ago.” She retorted starting to get really aggravated with him.

“Yeah, well, that’s more a cover than anything else. The people I work for like to stir shit up and make the government look as foolish in the process. Maybe you’d like to help out and put a little money in your pocket, have a place to stay, that kind of thing?” he asked.

Paka smiled and started walking back towards him. “I wouldn’t mind that at all Mr. Harkin.”

“Good. Climb in and let’s talk.”

**************
Saturday Sept 15th 6:45pm:

Harkin:

Harkin sat in the driver’s seat of the van waiting in the small line to return it. He shook his head at the absurdity of bringing the thing back to Edwards (Airforce Base), but the boss had been adamant about making sure there was no reason for anyone to investigate it’s use and not returning it was sure to make someone look for it eventually. He’d been gone longer than what he’d originally expected but Paka had proved to be quite the interesting character.

She scared the shit out of him to be honest, and he didn’t scare easily. In his opinion she was a whole new level of psycho, with her endless potential for violence and amazingly deep pool of hatred for all things having to do with the government.
At first, he thought she would fit in perfectly with Flint’s group out of San Bernardino. He had actually been driving her there thinking they could use an enhanced new woman on their side once their plans were ready to go but, it quickly became obvious Paka was far too unstable to work in a group environment.

Instead, he dropped her off at one of his personal safe houses, thinking she’d do better working with his team than with one of the outlying cells. All his people worked alone on various projects that kept the main goal moving forward. Paka would be perfect forte kind of wet work he had in mind for her. After his boss was confirmed as VP in the coming days, there was going to be plenty of things to clean up. He thought with a small amount of training and guidance to keep her on mission she’d be a natural. He planned to spend a few days with her and then see how she did with a special target he had lined up. If she succeeded, they’d have another valuable resource in house and if she failed, well can never have to many fall guys or girls, as the case may be.

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Sunday Sept 16th 8:25am EDT Washington DC:

“Mr. President?” the familiar female voice called out through the intercom seated on his oversized desk.
Fuller looked up from the file he’d been reading and rolled his eyes. He was really starting to hate that title. “Yes Magda?”

“FBI director Ford is here to see you sir.” She replied.

“Ford is here?” he asked caught off guard. Did we have a meeting scheduled today?”

“No sir. He says he has something urgent that he can only discuss with you directly sir.”

Fuller sighed in frustration he looked at the slightly listing piles of work he has stacked all over his top of the desk. “Ok, give me a minute then send him in.” the President replied as he closed the folder in front of him and stashed in the middle of the pile of more folders to his left.

Exactly sixty seconds later the door opened, and FBI director David Ford stepped quickly up the desk offering his hand to Fuller. The president took it and found his hand pumped up and down exactly three times then released. The president rolled his eyes at it. “Shakes hands like a politician on the campaign trail.” He thought to himself. Then, with no small amount of embarrassment, realized how many times he’d done the exact same thing.

As for the man himself. Fuller had never really cottoned to Ford. He was short, vastly overweight, with a mop of greasy looking dark hair that hung over his forehead and a bushy moustache that looked like it had time traveled from a 1970’s porno movie. It wasn’t the man’s physical characteristics that turned Fuller off though. It was Fords high pitched whiney sounding voice that grated on his nerves. Coupled with his constant attempts to ingratiate himself to anyone he perceived to be above him in status, it was enough for the words ass kisser to flash through Fullers mind every time he saw the FBI director.

Despite his misgivings about the man himself, Fuller had to admit he was incredibly good at his job. The FBI was one of the few government agencies that had continued to perform well during the epidemic. Much of the credit was due to the man standing before him. Somehow, his leadership had kept the house in order and for that the president was eternally grateful.

“Mr. President.” Ford said in greeting.

“Mr. Ford. Please have a seat. To what do I owe the pleasure of a personal visit from the Director of the FBI today?” Fuller asked trying to play the gracious host.

He pulled the cushioned chair beneath his rotund ass and sat. “We had an unfortunate event last evening in Quantico sir and I felt, based on who it was we picked up, that I should come tell you personally.” Ford told him quickly getting to the point.

“Oh?” Fuller asked, his curiosity was piqued now. “Do tell.”

“Yes sir. Last night we received a tip the Dr. Carla Ryson was in Quantico as the guest of Congress woman Flaherty. They were dining at Harry O’s, in a private room.”

“Flaherty was hiding Ryson?” Fuller couldn’t believe his ears.

“I can’t speak that sir, but they were dining there, and the doctor was an invited guest at the congresswomen’s table.” Ford replied seriously. David was a careful man, a career in Washington had taught him to never embellish or add facts that he wasn’t one hundred percent sure of and that had served him well. With the sensitivity of what he was about to reveal to a president he knew didn’t like him; he wasn’t about to start making unsupported assumptions now.

Fuller sat back in his seat and nodded. Ford took that as his opportunity to continue. “As I was saying, we got word they were there. When we arrived one of the agents went inside and spoke to the concierge. The man asked that he be allowed to go see if the Congresswoman and her guests would leave willingly as not to cause a scene in the restaurant. The agent agreed that would be the best route and allowed him to go and try.”

“Yes.” Fuller replied with an air of impatiens. He hated long rambling stories, and Ford was well known to deliver news at snail’s pace.

“According to reports several minutes later three people emerged from the restaurant, the Congresswoman, a Marine Col. By the name of Robert Sa’heed, and Col Charles Jordon. Dr. Ryson was no longer with them. Our agent’s searched the place stem to stern but found no trace of the doctor.”

“Did your man every verify the doctor was actually there with them?”

“No sir but we are quite sure she was. We checked the restaurant’s security system after the fact. It clearly shows her sitting with the three of them. Her hair was dyed blonde, but we’ve confirmed it was her.”

“You’re saying Jordon was helping to hide Ryson?” Fuller asked floored by the news.

“Again sir, we’re not certain at this time. We have all three of them in custody at one of our off-site locations here in the city. We felt based on who they were standard incarceration was out of the question. The press would be all over it.”

“Yes. I can see your point. With a public arrest outside a popular spot, I’m surprised the press hasn’t gotten heard about it yet. Nicely done Ford.” Fuller told him then inquired “Have they been interrogated yet?”

“No sir. That’s what I can to speak to you about.” Ford told him. “I’d like to ask you directly, sir, if they should continue to remain uncooperative, how far we should take things, Mr. President.”

Fuller shook his head. “You’re here to ask me if you can torture them?”

Fuller watched the FBI director squirm a bit in his seat before answering. “I am aware of the close relationship you have with both Jordon and
the Congress woman sir.” Ford told him hoping the euphemism would be enough.

Fuller stared at the FBI director blank faced with rage. “Who the fuck is this little shit to come in here and infer I’ve fucked Flaherty?” he thought to himself angrily and then “I’m going to find out who’s telling secrets out of school and have his ass in a sling.”

To Ford he said “We need to find Ryson. Do whatever you need to do, short of permanent damage.”

“Yes sir.” Ford replied standing up.

“Ford.” Fuller said boring a stare into the FBI directors’ eyes. “We may need to have them appear in public again at some point. No visible marks. That would generate public sympathy and we can’t have that. Understand me? It will be your ass.”

Ford gulped. “Yes sir. I understand perfectly sir.”

“Good. Now go find out where they sent Ryson!” the president demanded.

“Yes sir. We’ll get right on it.” Ford responded. To fullers annoyance, he remained seated.”

“Was there something else?” The consternation was obvious in Fullers voice.

“No Mr. President.”

“I’m a busy man, Mr. Ford. I’m sure you can see yourself out.”

"Yes sir. Sorry sir. I’ll be on my way.”

Fuller nodded and then waved off the FBI director off dismissively.

Fuller watched the portly FBI director was he waddled out of the room and shook his head in disgust. Soon as the door was closed, he leaned way back in his chair and ran his fingers through his thinning salt and pepper hair. He thought to himself with mild amusement how it had been all been nearly all brown at the beginning of summer.

He sat thinking over what to do about the Jordan situation. The Colonel had been one of a very small handful of reliable allies in recent weeks against what seemed to be a never-ending series of blunders that, while not directly his fault, had been laid at the president feet. His apparent defection stung Fuller deeply.

He wondered what would make such a loyal soldier conspire to hide Dr. Ryson. It made no sense. There had to be more to it, but what? The president couldn’t imagine. Perhaps the interrogation would bear it out. Fuller sighed deeply in frustration. He looked around the empty office
and wondered if he had any allies left at this point.

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Outside:

David Ford sat in his FBI issued dark blue Chevrolet sedan and listened to the phone ring for what seemed like ages as he waited for the other end to be picked up. He was nervous, scared out of his wits if he was being honest. He hadn’t liked having to be the one to tell Fuller about Jordon. If it wasn’t for the phone call earlier, he’d have sent a lacky or just done it over the phone. However, he’d been told expressly to go and deliver the news in person. Being a political animal, he could see what way the wind was blowing so he’d done as he was told. Not that eh had any real choice in the matter. The person on the other end had been explicit in explaining the consequences of disobedience.

Finally, the phone was answered.

“Carlyle.” The gruff voice on the other end said without preamble.

“The message has been delivered.” Ford told him.

“Already? Wonderful. How did he take it? “The VP nominee asked. It was apparent he was delighted with the news.

“As expected,” Ford replied. Then he added “He looked hurt and a little lost. The implication that he had a relationship with Flaherty pissed him off big time. Might actually be something there.”

“Good, good. It felt like there might be. Not that a sex scandal is going to mean much but it would be another thing piled on top of everything else he’s done.” Carlyle explained. “We need him to feel isolated and alone. Want him to feel like he has nowhere to turn. Thank you, Ford, well done.”

“Ya, ya, ya. Whatever Carlyle. Just remember this when the time comes. You owe me big now.”

“I know I do David. Don’t worry. Once the nomination is certified I won’t forget those who helped put nails in Fuller coffin.” Davis told him in a voice dripping with condescension.

“Good.” Ford told him and hung up. His hands were shaking. “Fucking better go your way, or we’re all fucked.” He thought to himself nervously as he put his car in gear and headed down the White House driveway.

***************
Alameda California 9:20am pdt:

The Reverend Morris Manning sat at the large round wooden table half listening to his lieutenants as they reported the previous night’s activities. Two separate groups had set fires to testing facilities in Oakland and San Mateo respectfully. Another faction had found a collection of about a dozen sinners hiding in the basement of a building in San Francisco proper and made sure none survived the discovery.

As much as he appreciated the efforts of his men and their dedication to the Lord’s cause, their activities were starting to become almost mundane. Their attacks were too repetitive. They’d found a formula that worked to instill terror for a while but now seemingly lacked the imagination to discover the next step forward. The news still carried outraged stories about their endeavors, but they were no longer guaranteed leads. It was almost as if the populace had become accustomed to the attacks and while weary, considered it just another risk that comes from living in the city. Either way they no longer carried the impact they once had. Added to the additional police presence the mayor had ordered at all testing facilities while they were in operation, their choices of targets he become more limited forcing them to attack smaller facilities or ones that were closed for the night, out of fear of being caught, which lessened the impact all the more.

Once the final report had been delivered everyone in the room turned their attention to the Reverend. He looked up at the eager faces, all waiting for him to commend them on their loyalty to the cause. Smiling he told them “You’ve all done well in pursuing God’s mission for us. The more sinners we send to hell the more the Lord shines his favor upon us.”

“However, It seems to me our mission to strike fear into the hearts of those that would seek to defy God’s will has been coming up short of late. We’ve hit the same targets over and over and the public has become nonchalant to our attacks. I think it’s time we reminded them that we are God’s soldiers, and we are not to be ignored.”

“What would you have us do Reverend?” Tom Quinn, one of the reverend top lieutenants, asked him eagerly.

The Reverend sat silently for a moment as he considered his next words carefully. “God has told me we need to make a statement that no one will ever forget Tom. In his benevolence the Lord has sent our benefactor. They have informed me that the Mayor of San Francisco plans to declare Marshal law in the city at a press conference tomorrow. God has told me we need to be there. He commands we make our presence known and show the sinners the price of half measures in the war for humanities soul.”

“You want to attack the Mayor at a press conference?” Tom asked stunned. “That would expose our members to tremendous risks Reverend. The police are sure to be out in force. We’d lose a lot of good, dedicated men in an attack like that.”

Manning stood up and leaned on the table. He stared Tom in the eye until the younger man was forced to look away. He then did the same for the other six seated around him. They all eventually surrendered to his will and looked away.

Manning let out a loud sigh. “You are all afraid for yourselves. You disgust me. The lot of you. You are supposed to be the Lord’s fist! His holy soldiers in this war! Yet here you are more worried about your own safety and continued freedom then our holy mission!”

As he spoke, Manning sauntered around the table until he stood next to Quinn. Without warned he slapped Tom across the face. The blow was hard enough to rock the short thin man on his feet. He then grabbed his lapels and pulled him in screaming “Are you a coward Mr. Quinn? Or are you God’s soldier? Are you ready and willing to give your life in service of the Lord God himself? Do you not believe that God will protect those carrying out his holy mission?”

“I..I’m sorry Reverend. I didn’t..” Quinn stammered. Manning face was so close to his that he could smell the stink of mustard and onions on his breath.

“You didn’t? You didn’t what?” Manning screamed in his face. He was lost in an ecstasy of rage now.

“I didn’t mean to offend you.” Quinn whimpered.

“Offend me?” Manning asked furiously. “You do not offend me Mr. Quinn! Your cowardice offends almighty God himself!!” Manning looked around the small room before continuing. “Everyone outside that door is willing to make whatever sacrifice is necessary to fulfill our Lords mission. No sacrifice is too great for them! Can you say the same?”

“I..I am Reverend! I swear I am!” Tom shouted enthusiastically.
Manning smiled at him. “Good Tom. It’s good to see you’ve come around. And so suddenly too. Truly it’s a miracle”

“Yes reverend, the Lord has shown me the error of my ways! A miracle indeed!” Quinn repeated.

“Are you now ready to serve the Lord, our God in whatever way he sees fit Tom?” Manning asked. “To serve the Lord, our God, as he demands?”

“Yes Reverend! I’m ready to do whatever the Lord asks of me!”

Manning placed a reassuring hand on Quinn's shoulder. “Good Tom. Nice to have you back on board. The Lord is pleased with you. As a matter of fact, he’s shown me exactly what he requires of you. Are you prepared to take your place in his sacred mission?”

“Yes. Yes please. Reverend I beg you to show me what the Lord has in store for me!” Tom exclaimed in the throes of religious ecstasy.

Manning pulled the gun from the waist band of his pants, then shot Quinn in the head without hesitation. As the body slumped over, he continued “The Lord has told me you must serve as an example to all those who would show doubts in our mission Tom. Thank you for your willingness to provide this lesson.” Manning leaned over and kissed what was left of the man’s cheek.

“As for the rest of you, ae there any more doubters in this room?” He asked as he surveyed their faces. No one said a word. “Excellent. Now shall we get on to planning the assault on the press conference? We don’t want to sacrifice any more of Gods soldiers than necessary.”

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The Sisters compound 11:30am pdt:

Thomas Logan stood at the window watching as the as the military squad ran through its morning physical training routine. Since their arrival yesterday the tall brunette had been acutely interested in the four of them and their training methods. Especially the one named Becket. The ease at which he’s taken Paka down and then swept Nicole's feet out from under her had piqued the new woman’s interest. She was curious to the extent of Beckets powers. She hadn’t been close enough to the small new woman to see if her senses picked anything up yet, so she watched.

Like the other Reynolds escapee’s, she distrusted anyone associated with the government. Having four enhanced members of the government’s military here had her on edge. It was her duty to protect Linda and Robbie now that Paka was gone. Watching Becket as she ran through drill after drill with amazing ease, made Logan wonder whether she would be up to the task if it came down to it.
She was so engrossed in watching the military squad that she didn’t hear Ellie approaching from behind until the small sandy haired woman was right next to her.

“They’re pretty impressive, aren’t they?” Ellie asked. Though it as posed as a question, Thomas knew it was a statement too. There was no denying it, their training routine was amazing to watch. All four were blessed with amazing physical grace, speed, and strength. Thomas felt a small amount of pity for anyone that tried to get to Ellie while they were around. She just hoped it wasn’t going t turn out to be self-pity somewhere along the line.

Trying to hide her surprise Thomas replied casually “Yes. Especially that Becket.”

“Mmm, she’s certainly formidable. She has Wendy’s nose out of joint.”

“Ya? Doesn’t like the competition?” Thomas asked.

“Not so much that as she got used to thinking of herself as my protector. Now that the military has landed, she’s starting to doubt her place.”

“Have you spoken to her about it?”

“Yes, of course.” Ellie replied. “I’ve told her that she’s family and there is always going to be a place for her here. Also, that there is no such thing as too much protection.”

Thomas nodded.

“And that I know she has no ulterior motivations.” Ellie added.

“While those four, handy as they may be, we have no clue who they really answer too.” Thomas finished for her.

“Yes. Exactly.” Elie replied with a smile.

Thomas smiled back. “So, what can I do for you Miss Wolf? I assume this isn’t just a social visit.”

“Actually, I came to see what I can do for you Ms. Logan.” She giggled at the mutual use of last names.

“Do for me?” Thomas inquired.

“Yes. You’ve been through so much between being transformed to your time in that awful Reynolds place. You lost a baby that you didn’t want to the man that tortured you. Then your escape and coming here to be with us now. On top of everything else you found out one of our members created the virus and now your little group of four is down to three. I was wondering how you were handling all of it.” Ellie told her with great compassion in her voice.

“I’m fine.” Thomas replied a little to sternly. “Right as rain.” Thomas rolled her eyes. This was the last thing she wanted to get into right now.
Ellie nodded. “Then you are the first.”

“The first?” she asked surprised.

“Yes Thomas. You’re the first person I’ve spoken too that’s in our position that’s got no issues whatsoever with how things have turned out.”

“I never said I have no issues with what’s happened. I just have a handle on it. Besides, you don’t seem to have any struggles.”

“The virus may have allowed me to live as the person I was always meant to be sweetie but don’t think for a minute it’s been all ice cream and rainbows.” She told her. “None of us here are without trauma, my friend.”

“No. I can’t imagine there are.” Thomas agreed. “It just, I’ve gotten so used to being the only person I can trust for so long, even if I wanted to get into it all, I wouldn’t even know where to begin.”

“I understand. I felt that way after Vera betrayed us and look at the road it took me down.” Ellie told her, the anguish apparent on her face. “Now I have to live forever with the knowledge that I had someone, a close friend no less, killed.”

Thomas nodded. Suddenly she felt a closeness to Ellie the likes she’d not experienced in a very long time. Without quite understanding why, she admitted, “Losing the baby, it was so incredibly hard. I think because we were so wrapped up in trying to escape, the loss didn’t register right away. When it finally did, the day after we made it to the condo, I just cried and cried. I hadn’t felt a hurt that deep since my first days in quarantine. Being pregnant was something I never wanted it but once it was there, I felt so connected to this life growing inside me, I couldn’t bring myself to do it to any harm. As much as I hated Stanley for putting it inside me, it was an innocent. All I wanted to do was protect it from that place and I failed.”

Ellie took the tall woman’s hand in hers as she watched unbidden tears roll down Thomas’ cheeks. “You didn’t fail sweetie.”

“I did though. I wasn’t able to keep her safe. When she needed me most, I was focused on something else. Now that life is over before it got a chance to start and I’m still here having to live with knowing that. In spite of my desires, despite my abilities, I couldn’t protect the poor defenseless thing.” Logan said through the tears. “My baby is dead because of me but I guarantee I will never fail to protect anyone again. You, Nikki, Linda, even Dr. Grayson. No one is going to harm any of you as long as I have something to say about it.”

“That’s an awful big burden to carry on your shoulders, Thomas. Don’t forget, we are here to protect you as well. None of us, especially Nicole, are going to let anything happen to you either.” Ellie told her seriously.

“Especially Nicole huh? “Thomas said with a smile as she wiped the tears away with the back of her hand. Despite her original lack of desire to open up to her, Thomas suddenly felt lighter, unburdened. She began to suspect she’d finally discovered the enhancement in Ellie her sense’s picked up the day they met. It certainly explained everyone’s attraction to the leader of the Sisters.

Ellie grinned. “I’ve known her since she moved to the bay area, and I can honestly say I’ve never seen her so smitten.”
“Aww. That’s so sweet.” The tall woman replied with a smile. “I’m just as smitten with her. I never thought I’d meet anyone that could keep up
with me but she’s something special.”

“Yes, she is.” Ellie agreed. “I’ve never known such a giving soul as Nicole. Before her transformation she was always so quiet and inside herself. As Roger she was miserable, and it showed in everything she did or said. Acidalia set her free. I don’t know how else t explain it, but it fills me with joy to see who’s she become. She deserves someone like you.”

“She’s an amazing person. Even when she’s carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders, she’s so positive. Honestly, I’ve never met anyone like her. After everything I’ve been through, she’s exactly what I needed to restore my faith in humanity.”

“You’re in good hands with her. We are, loved and protected.”

Thomas scratched her chin a moment. How different it felt doing that without the beard she’d worn since she was old enough to grow one. She pointed out the window “What about them? Who are they here to protect?”

Ellie said nothing for a moment as she contemplated the question. “That,” She hesitated again “remains to be seen.”
“Honestly El, why are they even here?”

Ellie sighed. “They were an offered gift by our benefactors. At the time it was presented to me I thought they might come in handy but now they seem a bit redundant.”

“Can’t you send them back?”

Ellie laughed. “Like a post card or something? Return to sender? Address unknown?”

“Something like that.” Logan laughed.

“Even if I could, I don’t know what would happen to them and I’m not sure sending them back to the governments not so tender mercies is the right move. They are after all, sisters.”

“Sisters with military overseers.” Thomas replied. “I have to be honest; I don’t trust them. Especially that Sargent…what was her name again?”

“Russov.”

“Yes, that one.” Thomas replied as she continued to stare out the window.

“Why not? Why her specifically?” Wolf asked.

“She’s a blank spot to me. The others I can sense them and their abilities to a point, but not her. She’s like a black hole or something. I haven’t gotten a solid read on Becket either but it’s not the same as Russov. She’s there, I can feel her power, even if I don’t have a lock on what her abilities are, Russov isn’t. Almost like she doesn’t exist.”

“This sensing abilities is new to you, yes?”

“Yeah.”

“Maybe it’s still developing and Russov just doesn’t register yet?” Ellie suggested.

“Hmm, maybe.” She said distractedly. “Every other enhanced person I’ve come across I’ve known as soon as they were close enough. Known they were enhanced and what their abilities are. Except you and her.”

“Still think I’ve got an enhancement of some kind huh?” Ellie asked with a laugh.

Thinking of her experience mere moments ago, Logan decided not to reveal her suspicions to Ellie quite yet. The idea that this woman could somehow manipulate emotions, even if it was in a benevolent way left her unsettled. The question was what to do about her suspicion, if there was anything that could be done. She wondered if Elie was even aware of what she may be doing.

She noticed the shorter woman was waiting for an answer. Thomas explained “The more I’m around you the surer I am about it. I don’t think it’s physical and maybe that’s why I can’t quite get a grip on it.”

Ellie nodded, pretending not to notice how long it took for her companion to reply. “All I can tell you sweetie; is I don’t feel enhanced. Of course, I’ve never felt it so I wouldn’t really know what it felt like anyhow.”

Thomas shrugged. “If I ever get a handle on it you’ll be the first to know.”

“I appreciate that.” Ellie said with a smile. “Looks like they are done.”

Thomas nodded as the door next to them swung open and the four squad members filled in.

Russov looked over at the pair. “Enjoy the show?” she asked sarcastically.

“We did actually.” Ellie replied putting a hand on Thomas’ arm before she could say anything. “The four of you are very impressive. I feel safer
already just knowing you’re here.”

Russov gave them a wan smile. “That’s good to hear. We’re for you protection after all.”
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Warren and Robi:

Warren walked down the long door lined hallway towards the room he shared with Robi. They were supposed to be meeting up for some lunch before Robi was going to be sequestered in the new lab with Mia and Sam for rest of the day. He was looking forward to getting a little time with her. Things had been a bit strained between them the last couple days with both of them running around like chickens with their heads cut off as his mother used to say.

Robi had been miserable and exhausted with that required her attention the construction of the hospital area of the massive complex they now in habited. Added to that she found herself inserted at the top lab assistant to Mia and Sam. None of the other Sisters we’re as well versed in medicine as she was and was constantly being asked to assist the pair of scientists with whatever tests or experiments, they were running.

As for Warren, Ellie had positioned him as the man in charge as far as the construction people we’re concerned. The myriads of issues he was forced to deal with on daily basis had left him similarly exhausted and irritable. He had done his best not to take it out on Robi, as he was sure she was also, but things hadn’t worked out that way and last night had been the worst argument yet. They’d gone to bed so mad they hadn’t even said good night to each other. The fact that it was over what to watch on tv made it all the more troubling. If something so inconsequential could push them both that far over the edge made him feel all the more embarrassed. Thankfully no one else on the floor had heard, or at least none of the said anything if they did.

Today’s lunch was supposed to be the first step in fixing things between them. He didn’t believe they were in danger of splitting up or anything that sever, but it was obvious they needed to come up with a plan before things progressed any further. Warren was excited to get the air cleared between them, however, as he turned the corner to enter the room he was greeted by the sound of sobs.

On the couch in the corner Robi sat curled up into a little ball with tears streaming down her face. Seeing the condition she was in, Warren rushed to her side. “Robi? What’s wrong babe?” He asked with great concern.

She looked up at him but said nothing. She simply wrapped her arms around him and sobbed harder. Warren held her close, not speaking, just waiting until she would be able to tell him what the problem was. After a while the tears began to abate, and he tenderly asked again, “What’s wrong baby?”

“Nothing, everything.” She replied in a voice thick with emotion. “I can’t take the constant fighting anymore. With you. The constant stress. Paka leaving dredged up all that shit that happened at Reynolds. It got me thinking about that place and everything just kind of hit me at once.”
He hugged her tight. In his entire life he’d never loved anyone like he loved her. “There’s nothing I can do to fix the rest of the world but, I can and will do better for you and I.” He told her soothingly.

“It’s not your fault. Least not all of it. I’m just as much to blame. We’re both so stressed out lately and I’m sorry for taking it out on you. I’ve been a total bitch to you the last few days and I’ve no right to be. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” She sobbed.

“You’re the best thing to happen to me too sweetie. I’d have probably given up a long time ago if not for having you in my life. For my part, I’ve not exactly been easy to live with either.”

She hugged him fiercely. Her head pressed into his shoulder. Sniffling, trying to regain some emotional control. “When I was in Reynolds” she started to say but needed a moment before she could go on. “I was so sure I’d never see any of you again. Especially you. I…I had to push all that love I have for you way down and hide it away so no one would know. They’d have used it against me if they’d found out. Used it to torture me all the more. Especially the cow, she’d have held it above my head at every opportunity.”

“I know you had to find ways to remain strong.” He told her. “I can’t imagine what it was like for you living in that place. I hate them for what they did to you, all of you. But you made it through and we’re back together and there’s no way I’ll ever let anything like that happen to you again. I’d die first.”

She hugged him again. “I know babe. I just get so scared that this is some kind of dream and I’m going to wake up and still be there with Dr. Stanley standing over me.”

“Stanley is dead. This isn’t a dream and I’m not going anywhere without you ever again.” He promised her.

She lifted her head, and they gazed into each other’s eyes, saying nothing for a long minute. “Thank you.” She told him after the moment passed.

“What for?”

“For being so wonderful. For loving me. For being you. Take your pick.” She told him in a distraught voice. The tears we’re close again and she fought with everything she had to keep them at bay.

“I love you Robi.” Was all he said as he held her close.

“I love you too Warren.”

“We will get through this together.” He promised. “And one day, when all this is behind us, I’ll make an honest woman out of you.”

“An honest woman huh? Are you implying that I’m somehow dishonest?” she asked jokingly. He always set her at ease so quickly it amazed the doctor. Just being with him was enough to turn her around emotionally. For a moment she wondered what he’d look like wearing one of those vests they use for emotional support animals and smiled to herself at the picture her mind drew.

“Well, as honest as any wife of mine can be anyhow.” He told her with a smile.

“Wife?” she asked surprised. “Mr. Quinlan was that a proposal?”

“I guess it was.” He told her honestly. “What do you think, want to get hitched?”

“Yes!” She replied with a smile. Suddenly all the sadness left and was replaced by a joy she’d not felt in a very longtime. “We should do it soon as we can.”

“Don’t want to wait until thing’s settle down?”

“We might not still be here when that happens, if it ever happens.” She told him seriously.

He considered her words a moment. “Valid point. So how soon is soon? I’m not sure we can get a valid marriage license, with you being presumed dead and me being a wanted criminal and all.”

“Think that might be an issue?” she joked.

“Yeah, maybe a little one.” He replied with a smile. “City hall might have a few more questions than we’re prepared to answer at this moment.”
He thought for a moment. “We can always ask Ellie. She has that direct line to God thing going. Can’t get a much better union blessing than that. Certainly, better than any member of the clergy or a judge could do.”

“We should ask her.” Robi said. Her face was lit up with a giant smile despite the trial of drying tears on her cheeks. He couldn’t help but smile back. She never failed to make him make him smile.

“We will. After dinner time tonight sound good to you?” He asked still grinning.

“Yes! Sound perfect.” She replied and kissed him lovingly. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, future Mrs. Quinlan.” He told her after the kiss boke.

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Monday Sept 16th 8:15am Greyson Labs:

The September morning sunlight shone brightly through the window as Dr Ryan sat behind Col Jordon’s desk, stunned. In his right hand he continued to hold the red desk phone’s receiver even though the President had hung his end up several minutes before. The commander in chief had just informed him he was now in charge of the governments Acidalia response on the west coast. Col Jordon had been temporarily, for the moment at least, relieved of his duties. Ryan could barely comprehend it. After months of being second and third fiddle he was now the one leading the charge.

Finally, he dropped the phone back onto the hook. He sat back and considered what was the first thing he needed to do, how best to put his stamp on things. There was so much going on at the facility that he hadn’t agreed with. There had been so many half measure’s he was sure would lead them nowhere. Now he was going to have the chance to undo some of it and put things on the correct track. The question was where to start.

He pushed the intercom button; it was quickly answered by Jordon’s secretary, Gloria.

“I’ve just been informed that there’s been a change in command. Can we get everyone into conference room three for a meeting in thirty minutes?” he told her, skipping any and all pleasantries.

“Is the Colonel alright?” She asked. The relationship between them had been decidedly different since she let Ellie Wolf and Mia Blue into the facility some weeks ago. Despite his displeasure with her, Jordon knew she was the most capable person for the job and had kept her on. For that Gloria was profoundly grateful.

Ryan ignored the question. He hadn’t even thought to ask what the Colonel had done never mind how he was doing. Ryan was too wrapped up in his sudden promotion and what I would mean for his reputation and career to care why Jordon had been removed. To him the Colonel had been an obstacle in the way of what would eventually be his due credit once he found the cure, that was now removed. “Please inform everyone on staff of the meeting. I will answer any questions you may have then.” He told her then hung up before she could reply.

He folded his hands and leaned his forehead against them. He couldn’t stop smiling. This was going to be the start of a new era here at Greyson. The president had given him full latitude to do whatever he felt was going to lead to a cure and by God he was going to take and run with it. He grabbed a sheet of paper and began to scribble notes onto it.

Exactly thirty minutes later he walked into conference room three. The place was packed with the lab’s personnel. Every seat around the large table was filled. Along the back wall several staffers stood. All watched as he entered the room and took the seat at the head of the table.

“Ladies and gentlemen, there is no easy way to say this so I’m going to just come out and say it. Colonel Jordon has been relieved of duty and the president has appointed me to oversee this facility and our research.”

There was quite an uproar following his statement. Everyone was shocked. He was peppered with more questions than he could possibly answer at once. He allowed it to go on for a short time then finally held his hands up.

“Ok, ok. I can’t possibly answer all your questions at once.” He told them. “For the most part I can’t answer them at all. I was not told why the Colonel was relieved, only that that no one knew for sure if it was permanent or only temporarily. Regardless of when or if the Colonel will be back our mission remains the same. Find a cure.” He looked the group over.

“In doing that I’ve decided to make a few changes to the way we do things here. From this point forward we will no longer have to wait for approval before following a lead. If you think you’re onto something, then go for it. If you need something, anything it will be provided for you. The epidemic is out of control and the time for morality has passed. We need to get results no matter the cost. The very existence of out species is at stake.” He looked them over again. “Any questions?”

A hand at the back of the table when up.

“Yes Dr. Harper?”

Rachel Harper, the short, long curly brown haired very recent Harvard medical school graduate, pushed her glasses back up her nose. “When you say the time for morality has passed, what exactly do you mean?”

Ryan gave her a wan smile. “I mean any and all avenues towards a cure are acceptable.”

“Including what? Human experimentation? Exploitation of those infected?” she asked with an edge of nervousness in her voice. She knew she was probably out of place having only been at Greyson for a few weeks, but she felt compelled to ask.

“Yes. Anything we need to do to is now acceptable.” Ryan replied. “Any more questions? No good. Let’s get to work.”

‘Dr. Ryan, I wasn’t finished.” Harper told him.

“You are now Dr. Harper. Get to work. We’ve a lot to do.” He told her cutting her off as he exited the room.

Rachel glanced over at Dr. Sylva who was the lead researcher in her department with a questioning look. The tall olive-skinned man returned her confused look. He ran a hand through his thick bushy black hair. “I don’t know.” Was all he could think to say. Ryan’s pronouncement sat no better with him than with her.

“He can’t be serious” she said angrily.

“It seems he is.”

“But it’s unethical, immoral.” She told her boss. “You..we can’t just start experimenting on innocent people.”

“From his tone I think he may have already started.” Dr. Sylva replied scratching his darkly bearded chin.

“What are we going to do?” Harper asked.

“We are going to continue to do business are usual. If he wants to go in that direction there’s nothing we can do to stop him but, it doesn’t mean we have to use those methods ourselves.” Sylva said deciding on the course of action he would take for his team.

Harper looked at him with relief. “Good. I would have resigned otherwise.”

“We may still wind up doing that Rachel. It will depend on how much pressure we get put under to conform.”

She nodded. “I guess I’ll brush up on my resume’ when I get home. Just in case.”

Sylva was quiet for a moment, then said, “There is also the possibility hey won’t let us leave.”

“Won’t let us leave? They can’t keep us here. We’re not slaves!” Harper exclaimed indignantly.

“Considering what we were just told about the lack of ethical parameters, do you really find it a stretch to say they might lack the same consideration when it comes to us?”

Harper looked at her boss dumb struck. She’s never considered that they might be trapped here. “Do you really think?”

“I don’t know Rachel.” Sylva replied shaking his head.

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The containment lab:

Ryan waltzed through the door with a smile plaster onto his face. He was really going to enjoy being in charge of things. It was everything he’d wanted since arriving in California with the initial CDC team. He’d always wondered why they chose Mia Blue to be the lead over him, but now both she and Jordon were gone, and this project was in his hands.
He took a seat behind a computer terminal on the desk by the large observation window. Inside, strapped to a gurney, lay Harold Rogers, the immune man.

Ryan was exceedingly frustrated with their lack of ability to discern what made him different from every other male that had become infected. They’d even injected him with the blood born version of the virus at one point. It had done nothing to him. His body had fought it off and eventually killed it. If you tested his blood now, you’d find no trace of the virus.

Ryan sighed. “What am I going to do with you Harrold?” He asked even though the mic was off, and Rogers couldn’t hear him.

He sat back thinking. As he watched Rogers struggle against his restraints, an idea occurred to him. “Perhaps we’re looking for the wrong thing in the testing centers. Maybe we should be testing for immunity rather than infection.” He thought to himself. The infection rate was growing exponentially daily. It really made no sense no to count the infected, there were just to many. It was safer to just assume any male that came in was going to test positive and move on to testing for the ones like Harold. Then they would be on to something. With just Rogers, they had nothing to compare him to except infected males. Perhaps if they had a collection of immunes a common trait would reveal itself.
Inspired by the new idea, he turned to the computer console and started investigating what would be needed to be done to convert the test that radically without the testers knowing it had been changed.

For better than an hour he researched the possibilities. None seemed to be ideal. To change the test, he was going to need to rework it unless he could come up with a short cut. He had an idea on what he’d need to do, he just needed someone to bounce it off and refine it to something workable.

He rubbed his eyes. Staring at the computer for so long always bothered them. He’d done enough for today, if he didn’t stop soon it would result in a massive migraine headache. Just as he was getting ready to close the file he’d created out a voice from behind him called his name. He turned to see his lab assistant Shelia Cochrane standing behind him.

“Oh Shelia. Perfect. Just the person I was hoping to see.”

“Oh? What can I do for you Doctor?” She asked curiously.

“I’ve struck upon an idea I think might be possible but I’m not sure it’s feasible.” He replied.

“What do you have?” she asked stepping forward and putting a hand on his shoulder.

He smiled at her touch. Shelia had become more than his lab assistant since they’d begun their experimenting on Rogers. Over the weeks he’d shared her bed several times. The sex was a pleasant distraction from the never-ending grind of the research and experimentation. It had helped keep him grounded and focused. He had no delusions of love with her. They were both in it for purely for the physical relief and companionship. Once they were done, he had no doubts they would go their separate ways and never see each other again and that suited him fine.

Jackson reflected on what a shame it was that, Dennis; his now former assistant had become so squeamish after a few weeks of working together. The delusional fool had begun to question their methods and express sympathy for what Harold was going through. Ryan had been sorely disappointed in the young man’s lack of clinical detachment. Eventually he had to have the poor fool taken away and deposited in the new LA quarantine center. He’d simply told Jordon that he’d become infected in a lab accident. Without questioning the Colonel had signed the order and within the hour Dennis was gone.

Shelia on the other hand attacked the work with gusto. Nothing they’d done so far had caused her any kind of inner conflicts, that she expressed openly at least. Jackson Ryan loved that single mindedness. Damn the consequences, the work needed to be done. Science had no place for the weak of heart. Especially when the fate of humanity was at stake.

“I think the testing centers need to refocus on finding immunes instead of the infected. We need more men to test. Howard alone isn’t producing answers fast enough. However, to accomplish that we need to alter the test in such a way that those administering it won’t know it’s different.” He confided.

She put her and on her chin. “Hmm. That’s an interesting idea. Might produce more useful information than we are currently getting. At the same time the only way to test for immunity is to infect everyone that comes through the centers. That’s going to increase the magnitude of the problem and exponentially increase the amount of infectee’s. Do we have the facilities to quarantine that many more people?”

“Does it matter? We here to find a way to stop the spread, the body count left behind in that search isn’t really relevant. Whether they are inside quarantine or out on the street, it doesn’t really matter. It’s already too late the infected ones. We need to concentrate on saving those not infected already. I think this is the best way to find what we’re need to be looking for.” He said seriously.

Shelia recoiled internally at his cavalier attitude but to the doctor she said, “I’m not arguing with you there, Jack. Have you considered what needs to be altered?”

“I have a few ideas. I was actually just composing a letter to the secretary of health and human services and the head of the CDC about a change in the testing protocols. In it I informed them both we’ve come up with better testing method.” He told her.

“You’ve thought this through then?” she asked with a grin on her face.

“Yes. I’ve been working on this for the last few hours. My idea is that we add a “neutral reactive” element to the process. Something to dip the tip of the needles in before drawing the blood that will “help better screen” for the virus. However, the element will truly contain active blood born virus.”

“Interesting.” She replied thoughtfully. She could hardly believe her ears. “I’m not sure that’s the way to do it. I suggested a cheek swab, then dab the swab stick into a individual medium of live virus. If the testing centers pair each one with the blood samples that already bear the patient’s name, we can track them that way. If the virus doesn’t infect the cells in the dish than we know we have an immune. No one will question the extra step if we frame it as a redundant check to prevent false positives.”

He looked at her in awe. “That’s a tremendous idea!” He exclaimed as he stood and kissed her. He mentally slapped himself in the forehead for not thinking of it first. Not that I matter he would present it as his idea regardless, but it was a stroke of genius.

“And it keeps us from making things worse in the name of making them better.” She pointed out.

“It does.” He agreed. “That wasn’t a worry though. It’s far more important we find more immune subjects.”

“Two birds with one stone then.” Shelia replied. As always, she did her best to come off as supportive, but she privately wondered what was going on with Ryan. She understood he as under a lot of pressure but to risk making the situation worse in the name of making it better seemed like the logic of the mad. Shelia decided she would need to get even closer to her boss. Perhaps with a little subtle guidance she’d keep them all from being tried for crimes against humanity when this was all over.

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11:00 am San Francisco City Hall:

The morning sun shone brightly down on the dark colored stone steps leading up to the bay city’s seat of power. The magnificent edifice only served to further enhance the municipalities reputation as a world class city. Not that tourism was the biggest concern these days. It’s famed street cars, restaurants, theaters and amazing vistas were mostly empty these days. With what was to come with today’s announcement, they would be even more deserted moving forward.

Terrance Godell was in the middle of his second term as Mayor. He’d grown up in on of the city’s affluent suburbs, but it was always the gleaming towers and bright lights of the city where his heart lay. Like so many young people in the area, bored with suburban life, he’d flocked there every weekend. He wandered the streets with his friends like groups of faux homeless, looking for excitement and adventure. It was here in his city he discovered he was gay. Joining that community in his early adulthood had been the most liberating time of his life. He felt as if he’d found himself in a way that he never could have at home.

In time he chose politics as his profession, starting out as a city council member and eventually becoming its civic leader. Godell loved the job, representing his city was one of the greatest prides of his life. San Francisco being the epicenter of the Acidalia outbreak dismayed him to such a degree that he could barely put the feeling into words.

The fifty-four-year-old, ebony skinned mayor ran a hand through his salt and pepper hair as he looked over his prepared notes for today’s press conference. Though he seldom used notes during his speeches, today’s presser was going to be the most difficult pronouncement of his six years in office. In his heart he’d hoped since the beginning of the outbreak that things wouldn’t progress to the point where they stood today, that somehow the army or the CDC would find a cure or a vaccine. However, they hadn’t to this point and the spread of the virus had gotten so bad in the city it was time for desperate measures.

Despite the Mayor’s doubts, his chief of staff, Roger McGinn, had reassured him time and again this was the only way was to keep San Francisco’s residents safe and healthy. So here he stood behind a wooden podium, waiting for the signal that they were ready to go live, sweating and praying to God this was the right decision. Taking away civil liberties was a dicey thing and almost assured this would be his last term, but again, desperate times made for desperate measures.

Movement in front down in front caused the mayor to look up. The cameraman was giving him the thumbs up with one hand and counting down with the fingers on the other. Soon as he hit one the camera light came on and Terrance began to speak in his deep baritone voice that had always reassured so many voters that he had their best interests at heart. “My fellow citizens of San Francisco. I come to you today with a heavy heart and grave news. Due to the continued spread of the Acidalia virus and the danger it presents to those of us that call this great city our home, it is my sad duty to announce that starting at 8pm tonight San Francisco will be under Marshal law.” He paused for a moment to let his words sink in.

“Last evening I spoke to the Governor of California and let her know that I along with the city council were taking the unprecedented step of declaring a state of emergency. She agreed that it was time and has pledged the full support of the state.” He went on. “Now many of you may have questions as to what Marshall law includes and I’m here to explain. I know living under these rules will cause tremendous stress not only our private citizen but our business community as well. If we as your civic leaders felt, there was another option I assure you, we would be taking it.”

He sighed to himself. “As of 8 o-clock this evening a city-wide curfew will be in effect. What does that mean you might be asking? It means that everyone needs to be in their residence by that time and stay there until 6am the next morning. The National guard, supported by local and state police, will be deploying throughout the city today. They are here to enforce the curfew. Anyone caught on the streets without a special permit will be remanded to their custody.”

“Additionally, surgical masks will now be required to be worn any time you are in a public setting. Along with that all large-scale public gatherings are here by canceled until further notice. Bars, restaurants and the like will be allowed to remain open but with limited seating options.” The mayor looked out at the crowd of reporters who were busy scribbling on pads or holding up microcassette recorders.

As he was about to resume something in the back of the assemblage of press caught his eye. A small army of men wearing kerchief masks with some kind of red mark he couldn’t make out, were approaching from the street side of the plaza. From his vantage point he could see that each wore black slacks and a white button up shirt with a black band of some kind on their left arms. Towards the middle in the front was a tall man with wild white hair, dressed all in black. The elderly looking gentleman wore no mask.
Godell stared at the man as he approached, his mind playing place the face. The assembled reporters gathered on the small landing at the foot of the steps, confused that he’s stopped speaking turned to see what the mayor was looking at. Heads and cameras turned and faced the oncoming group, giving the audience at home a look at those coming.

On stage the chief of the Godell’s security head, Michael Stevens, stepped up next to the mayor and tugged on his arm. “Sir we need to get you back inside. I don’t like how this looks.” He informed Godell as his other hand reached for the gun holstered under his shoulder.

“What? What’s going on?” Godell asked in confusion. “Who are those people, Stevens?”

The small force of police on duty began pushing their way back through the crowd of press and bystanders to meet the newcomers. The mayor could hear them shouting warning for newcomers to stop and stand down, but the group was ignoring them.

In his ear the Mayor heard Stevens say “We don’t know sir, but I don’t like the looks of this, not one little bit. Now please, Terry, come with me.” He tugged the arm again, but the mayor was still distracted by the man in the lead. Stevens was losing his patients with Godell. The security chief pulled him all the way around, so they were face to face and told him, “If you don’t come right now, I’m going to have to carry you out of here.”

Godell eyes met Stevens. He could see the fear in them and the seriousness of the situation etched in every line of his face. As the Mayor turned to take one last look behind him the crack of gun fire began to ring out. That put an end to any and all resistance on his part. The Mayor did as he’d been trained to in numerous drills and rehearsals and allowed himself to be led away as his security team surrounded him.

The amount of gun fire behind him increased with every step they took. Above the constant cracks and pops the screams of the panicked press and by standers rose in volume as they scrambled away from the growing confrontation. Godell said a silent prayer for their safety. To his left one of his team fell. Two other members of the squad stopped to attend their comrade. The ever-present hand that was placed between his shoulder blades pushed even harder, propelling him towards the imagined safety of the city hall building.

Once they were all inside, the security team stopped pushing. Terrance turned back to get a look at what was happening outside. To his horror, a war had started in the stone plaza outside. To the left a group of officers had formed something of skirmish line and were firing away with pistols, rifles and shot guns, at the oncoming group. It looked to him that they were trying to cover the rest of the officers there as they worked to evacuate the by standers. Everywhere he looked blood covered the dark grey stones. Bodies lay crumpled into heaps. The dead eyes of a female reporter he had known well seemed to stare directly at him, making the Mayor feel accused.

The group assailing the plaza had come armed to the teeth. They formed a line of their own and ceaselessly fired on the police position with military style automatic weapons. They were firing at the onlookers and reporters as the sought to flee the carnage as well. Godell watched in horror as a man and woman running towards the imagined safety of the building were cut in half by high caliber bullets. Their innards splattered on the windows, looking like some kind of abstract art piece made in hell, as they fell.

Inside, the constant ping of bullets bouncing off buildings bullet proof Lexan windows was so loud everyone had to shout to be heard. The foyer was now crowed full of staff and visitors, disbelieving what their eyes told them. Cries of shock and shouts of rage echoed off the wood paneled walls, making it feel as though there were thousand in there.

“Your honor, we need to get you to the secure room sir.” Stevens, who was suddenly back at his side, told him.

“Yes, of course.” He replied meekly and once again allowed himself to be led away.

The team escorted Godell off to his left and down several flights of stairs to the deepest subbasement. On the way down he was joined by five of the city’s council members with their own escorts. From the floors above scared voices echoed off the cement block walls as various staff members and other employees were pushed along by regular city hall cops.

The building’s basement built to be as a bomb shelter in the 1950’s. While the floors above had been redesigned and remodeled countless times the shelter remained mostly untouched. Its only real upgrade was a modern communication system that was installed in the late 90’s.
As for the room itself, it had four-inch-thick steel reinforced doors, built to survive all but a direct hit from a nuclear devise. It had its own independent power fed from a generator sequestered behind some bushes in the park across the street. While the inside was strictly built for function there was a large supply of emergency rations as well as a second room with beds. It was the ideal place to hold up in an emergency, in theory anyhow.

As the room began to fill up with bodies Godell turned to Stevens. “I need to get the TV on. I must see what’s going on out there.” He demanded. Stevens shouted to another member of the Mayors team an a moment later all the televisions in the large room sprang to life.
The assemblage could hear the reporters in the studio speaking.

“This is KLTR news.” The red headed female anchor said. “To recap our coverage, at this moment there appears to be a pitched battle outside San Francisco city hall. An unknown force has seemingly declared war on the city’s police force this morning. Where just fifteen minutes ago Mayor Godell had been giving a speech announcing the institution of Marshal law starting tonight at 8pm is now a scene of such intense carnage we are unable to bring you video.”

“According to reports midway through the Mayor’s speech the unknown and well-armed group approached the city hall plaza where the speech was being given. When police went to intervene, the group opened fire on them as well as those there to see the speech in person as well as many members of the media.” She went on to say. “As you can see by these still pictures there has been tremendous loss of life. We have been told that mayor Godell was safely escorted back inside by his security detail.”

“Cinthia, sorry to interrupt but there seems to be something new going on there.” Her male co-anchor said.

“Yes, Bob, I see it now on our monitors too. There is a man approaching the podium the mayor was speaking from.” Cynthia replied. “Oh my god. That’s Reverend Manning! I’m getting word from out producer that we are going live now to the steps in front of City Hall.”

On screen the scene change from the studio to a tight shot of Manning as the tall white-haired reverend was pointing at a something out of sight. He stood calmly behind the podium the Mayor had been using to deliver his speech to the city.

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the tabletop. “My name is Reverend Morris Manning.” He announced into the microphones. “I am here today to spread God’s message to all who live in this city.” He paused a moment, swallowed, then resumed. “The Lord has commanded me to make example here today for all those who would seek to lend assistance to those who have sinned against him.”

Behind the reverend the camera picked up his followers as the barricaded the doors to city hall.

Pointing up at the tv Godell asked, “What are they doing?”

“Looks like they are locking us in, sir.” Stevens replied.

“In God’s name, why?” a female voice from the back of the room cried.

“We don’t know.” Stevens replied. “What we need right now is for everyone to stay calm. Panicking will only make this situation that much worse.”

Though they were buried deep in the earth everyone in the room became aware of the far-off sound of drilling. A high pitch squeal followed shortly thereafter.

“What’s going n here Stevens?” Godell demanded.

Stevens put his walkie talkie back in his pocket and told the Mayor, “I’ve got two of my men headed out to see what’s going on. We should have an answer in a couple minutes.” The squealing sound was growing louder by the moment.

The Tv’s droned on. “We are here today to show to all who would seek to deter us from this holy mission that you have no chance.” Manning told the camera. “As proof, the Lord has selected those in the building behind me. The very seat of your city’s power is to be sacrificed so that all can see what becomes of those who would oppose Gods will.” Manning pounded the podium with his left hand as he finished his speech.
For a long moment there was only silence. Then suddenly it was shattered by the sound from the rear of the building of a tremendous explosion. It was followed by several others in rapid succession. The ground shook beneath the Reverend’s feet and he smiled. He lifted his face back to the camera still smiling and tipped his hat at it.

Within moments the entirety of City Hall was engulfed in flames. As the inferno raged the sound of sirens could be heard in the distance as reinforcements for the defeated police and fire fighters rushed to the scene.

Sensing it was time to take his leave the Reverend put his hat back on and stalked off with what was left of his followers in tow.

******************
The Sisters:

Nicole stood slack jawed as she watched the destruction of San Francisco City Hall unfolding on the television in front of her. The were congregated in the large central room which was well on its way to becoming an infirmary. Beside her were Ellie, Thomas and Linda and behind them a crowd of construction workers stood looking on uncomprehendingly. Not a single one of them couldn’t believe what their eyes were telling them. The sheer audacity of the Reverend’s attack on the city left them in shock.

Seeing him depart, casually walking away like a man without a care in the world surrounded by his followers, as City Hall burned, brought feeling of fear and rage unlike anything Nicole had ever experienced. “How?” was all the tall red head could muster. “How could they just let him leave like that?”

“All those people.” Linda added as they watched the building collapse under its own weight.

“Doesn’t look much like there was anyone to stop him, Nicole.” Ellie replied pointing at all the bodies laying about.

The voice on the tv was droning on. “This is a disaster of unimaginable proportions. Authorities, while reluctant to comment on the numbers, have admitted that the death toll may easily exceed one hundred people. It’s not known whether Mayor Godell, who was last seen retreating inside City Hall surrounded by his security people, was still in the building at the time of the explosions but being that neither he or any spokes people have issued any statements as of this time it believed that he along with several members of the city council as well as many city employee and visitors are among the victims.”

“Hang on, I’m getting word now from our producers that we’re going live to San Francisco police headquarters where Police Chief Hilda Grady is going to be making a statemen momentarily.”

The camera switched to a shot of a podium set up in some kind of conference room with the crest of the San Francisco police behind it. After a few heartbeats several officers led by a short, fiftyish looking, ebony skinned woman, wearing a police uniform walked in.

It was the woman that stepped up to the microphones. “Good afternoon.” Chief Grady started. “Let me start by offering our heartfelt condolences to the families of all those effected by today’s tragedy at City Hall. As of now our list of those missing is incomplete. As such I am unable give any kind of accurate measurement in terms of lives lost in today’s attack. Once that information becomes available and next of kin has been informed, we will release the numbers and names to you. I can say that as this time it is believed that Mayor Godell was still inside the building when it collapsed.”

A reporter’s hand shot up as the chief took a moment to collect herself.

“Yes?” The Chief said pointing at the raised am.

“Chief Grady, Mellissa Travis CBC news” the reporter said standing up. “We all know this was perpetrated by Reverend Morris. He’s been in our city for months committing similar outrages at testing centers and by some reports infected individuals unlucky to fall under his purview. Can you tell us what the police are going to do about this man and his followers? Are you finally going to take the threat he poses to the city’s safety seriously?”

Hilda felt instant rage rising up in her chest at the insinuation. In truth the police had been desperately searching for the Reverend and his followers, but they’d always managed to stay one step ahead of the police. Many on the force felt there was someone helping him but no evidence as to who that might be had been found. Even bringing in the state police to help resulted in no progress, much to everyone’s frustration.

In surprisingly calm voice she replied “We have been diligently searching the Reverend and his people since the first attack they perpetrated on a testing center several weeks ago, sadly to no avail. That said as of today there is nothing more important than bringing him to justice and we will use every avenue available to us to track him down. I spoke to the Governor just before we got started here and he has promised me whatever support we need. With that said, we are going forward with implementing Marshal law in the city starting this evening. With the help of the state police and the national guard we will be selecting random parts of the city and conducting a house-by-house search for the reverend and his people. Mayor Gustafson in Oakland has informed me that they will be taking similar measures as have the police chiefs in all the towns in the surrounding area. We have also set up a tip line that citizens can use to phone in leads. The number is 800-555-6172. If the Reverend is still in the area he will be found and brought to justice, I promise you all that.”

Another reporter shouted out, “what should citizens do if they spot him?”

“Call us. Under no circumstance should anyone try to confront this man on their own. He’s far to dangerous. If you see him call the police and let the professionals, come and deal with him.” Grady replied.

Dozens of reporter’s hands shot up looking to ask follow-up questions. Grady, realizing she may have said to much already put both her hands up and said “That’s all I have to say at this time. When we have more to update you on will let you all. Thank you for your time.”

As the chief walked off stage and more questions, that she ignored were shouted at her the camera returned to the studio. As the anchors launched into a recap of what the just watched Thomas turned to the others and asked, “Who is this clown Manning?”

“He’s a religious nut case that think’s God has appointed him to punish those infected with the bug for “sinning against god.” Nicole replied.

“We were going to attempt to deal with him. Nicole and I had been discussing what to do. Warren even infiltrated his group at my behest.” Ellie told her.

“Then why is he still around?” Linda asked.

“Because the army raided our warehouse before we could get anywhere with our investigation.” Ellie said angrily. “And now this has happened. One more thing to lay at Colonel Jordon’s feet.”

Nicole nodded in agreement. Seeing the confusion on the others faces she added “He’s the commander of the army’s acidalia response. He’s ordered the raid on the warehouse.”

Linda and Thomas nodded.

“So, are we going to go after the Reverend now?” Thomas asked.

“We don’t have the same resources we had back then, but I think we need to remain vigilant and be ready for the next time he pops up out of whatever hold he’s hiding in.” Ellie replied.

“Maybe our newfound army friends can get a lead on his where abouts.” Linda said.

“Can’t hurt to ask.” Nicole agreed.

“Yes. I suppose they might. Plus, it would be a good test of who side they are really on.” Ellie agreed.

*****************
4:15pm Newport Beach CA:

He was sitting parked off the side of the road and enjoying the view of the late afternoon sun as it shown over the Pacific Ocean. The high cliffs of the Pacific Coast Highway with its many turns out and vista spots made for some incredible views of the earth’s largest ocean. From this height the water looked peaceful, almost serene. The bright sunshine, cloudless skies and warmer than usual temps for mid-September added to rare peaceful moment he was enjoying.

He reclined back in the driver’s seat. With both windows opened and the top down, basking in the sunshine, he could smell the salt on the light breeze. He closed his eyes and tried to remember the last time he’d felt so at peace. Sometime before the late May outbreak of Acidalia, before signing on to help the soon to be vice president in his plot to make the Fuller administration look as bad as possible, surely. Probably the last time he saw his daughter Amanda, if he thought about it. She was excited to be finishing her junior year of high school, if he remembered correctly. Much as he loved the kid, he was the very definition of absentee father. In his line of work, it was best to keep your distance from those you loved lest they be used against you. It caused a lot of tension between the two of them, which he hated and hoped someday to make up for.

The ringing of the cell phone interrupted his reverie. He grimaced and for a moment he fantasized about ignoring it. Knowing that would never happen he opened his eyes just enough to see who was calling. Recognizing the number as his boss’ he rolled his eyes and thought “So much for a moments peace.”

“Harkin here.” He answered.

“Harkin! What the fuck is going on in San Francisco?” Davis Carlyle hollered into his ear.

“I don’t know sir. I haven’t heard of anything. Could you be more specific?” he replied not comprehending. Obviously, Carlyle was upset but over what he had no idea.

“More specific?!” Carlyle bellowed. “Have you been hiding in a hole all day?”

“I’ve been out working with a new recruit.” Harkin replied calmly. “I haven’t see the news all day.”

Carlyle pulled the phone away from his ear and looked at it incredulously before speaking again. “That maniac Manning blew up San Francisco City Hall this morning!”

Harkin was too stunned to speak for several seconds. “He blew it up?” he questioned to make sure he heard right. “Are we one hundred percent sure it was him?”

“He got in front of a camera and gave a little speech before his people blew it up so, ya, I’m pretty sure fucking it was Manning.” Carlyle replied sarcastically.

“Where did he get the ordinance?”

“Where the hell do you think he got it? Jesus fuckin Christ Harkin, pull your head out of your ass!” Davis demanded.

“Sorry Mr. Carlyle. Just trying to wrap my head around it.” Harkin explained.

“Well, you better get your head straight and get your ass to San Francisco. We need him found right away. We need him dispatched before the cops find him. He could the blow the whole operation out of the water!”

“Yes sir, Mr. Carlyle I’m on my way there now. Going to take me about three hours to get on site. In the meantime, I’ll get our people in the Bay area looking for him.”

“Good. Get it done. Extreme prejudice. Understand? No survivors.”

“Yes, sir I understand.” Harkin replied.

“Get it done, Harkin or it’s your ass!” Carlyle threatened as he slammed the phone down.

Harkin sighed heavily. Shook his head and smiled in admiration. “Got to hand it to you Reverend, you sure as hell know how to stir shit up.”
He picked up the phone a dialed a number. “Ya, it’s me. We need to get everyone out looking for Manning. Yes, everyone we have. Yes, even the new girl. Have her ready to roll. I’ll take her with me personally. I’ll be there in a couple hours depending on traffic.” He said hanging the phone up.

Harkin took one last look at the Pacific and sighed. After all this shit was over he was treating himself and Amanda to a nice long vacation. He put the car in gear and drove off.

*********************
San Francisco Tuesday Sept 17th 3am:

The earlier thunderstorms had changed over to a cool light rain that had continued to fall into the evening and night. Added to an equally cool light breeze she went through bouts of shivering that were uncontrollable at times. For what seemed like the millionth time she took the long look down at the red and blue flashing lights assembled far below through water-soaked sandy blonde hair which hung limply over her forehead. How long had she been sitting up here, trying to work up the nerve to finally end it all she wasn’t sure, but quite a crowd had formed on the street many stories below.

Police and Fire department lights flashed on the street, looking like twinkling Christmas lights from this height. A fire truck had out it’s ladder up as far as it would reach in an effort to get her. She could see the end of it several stories below, but she’d planned this out for too long to make that kind of mistake. This was going to be her end, no one was going to stop her from jumping once the time came.

Inside the office behind her stood god only knew how many cops and medics. An hour or so ago a police psychologist and leaned out of the window and tried to talk her out of it, but her mind was made up. Acidalia had taken everything from her, wife job and family, all gone. Without them, there was no reason to go on.

A stronger gust of wind blew through the soaked thin blue dress she wore, making her teeth chatter again. She hugged herself in response. The chill making her wonder why she still waited. Deep down inside she knew the time had to be right.

She needed to speak to Karen one last time. She needed to explain before. The authorities had been trying to contact her but thus far, they’d not been able to reach her wife. Or so thy said. For all she knew Karen had refused to come. That would be right in line with the way things had been going for them since she got sick.

Their estrangement started as soon as she’d woken up transformed by the virus. Karen hadn’t understood, she hadn’t been able to deal with what he’d become. Worst of all she blamed him for falling victim to it. Insinuating that he’d been somehow disloyal to her, despite his repeated claims of innocence, and become infected. The accusation crushed her. In their entire time together she’d never cheated, never thought about cheating. Karen and the kids had been more than enough to keep him happy and satisfied.

She’d waited, watched and hoped things would settle down. That they’d finally talk, try to figure out how to move on but after weeks of biding her time looking for some sign of thaw, she finally came to see none was coming. Nothing she did made a single bit of difference. No overture was enough to change things. It was a hard realization to come too. So here she sat, hoping to force the issue.

Tears rolled freely down her cheeks, blurring her vision as she took one last look at the ground. How small and inconsequential everything looked from forty stories up. She was going to make a mess when she landed.

“That’s a hell of a long way down.” She heard a voice say echoing her thoughts.

“Stay away.” She warned assuming it was another cop trying to lure her off the edge. What they didn’t seem to understand is coming of the ledge wasn’t going to solve anything. Once they knew she was infected it would be off to quarantine. She’s much rather die then go to one of those places.

“Trust me honey I have no interest in going any further out there then I need to.” The soft feminine unfamiliar voice said.

“I’m not going to be talked out of this. It’s all over. Everything in my life has gone to shit. The world would be a far better place without me.” She cried.

“I know that feeling well.” The voice replied. “Hey, since we’re chatting, mind telling me your name?”

“What difference does it make?”

“None honestly, other than knowing who I’m talking to and who’s next of kin to contact once you land.”

She flashed a ghost of a smile. “My name is Voss. Used to be Richard Voss now I got by Rachel.”

“Nice to meet you, Rachel. My name is Katie Becket. Used to be Kevin.”

“You have the virus too?”

“I do.” Becket replied.

Katie needed some time to herself this evening so, she waited until lights out and snuck out of the Sisters facility to take a walk. She needed to think, to decide what she really wanted for her future. Was military life how she was going to spend her remaining years? She knew the military certainly thought it was going to be. As far as they were concerned everyone at the fort was government property. She didn’t want to cause any trouble. She understood the Russov would be pissed if she found out, but this was the first time since being sent to Nebraska she’s been able to get away.

The cool rain had been refreshing. Her changed physiology still amazed her at times. Besides the physical enhancements she was never too warm or too cold, no matter what the thermometer read. Sometimes her abilities excited her, other times she was terrified of them. So far no one had been able to match her physically, not even Russov for all her bluster and intimidation tactics would stand a chance. That was the terrifying part. What would happen if they realized what she was. If they uncovered the true extent of her enhancements. She wasn’t anxious to find out so she’d kept new discoveries to herself as much as she could manage.

Katie hadn’t had any destination in mind when she left the facility. Fresh air and a few minutes of freedom was all she craved but the longer she walked the more she felt drawn to the downtown area. Once she arrived, Becket saw all the lights and this woman up on the ledge, she felt compelled to come speak to her. Now she at least understood how she’d known. Her sense of enhanced new women was far greater than she’d let on.

“Any chance you’ll come inside here and talk to me?” Becket asked hopefully.

“No. I told you once already, you’re not going to talk me out of this.” Voss replied sullenly.

“Ok. I was kind of hoping you wouldn’t make come out there with you. I’m not a huge fan of heights but I guess I’m going have to.” Katie ducked down and stepped out on the cold, wet stone ledge.

“No one asked you to come out here. No one asked you to do anything.” Rachel caught Becket’s movement out of the corner of her eye and shook her head. “Stay back!” she yelled. “I have nothing to say to the police.”

“I’m not a cop. They’re in the room over there.” She pointed to Rachels left. “I snuck up here on my own. Before I came out with you, I don’t think they knew I was here.” Becket explained.

“Who are you then? Why are you even here?” Voss asked with increasing agitation.

“I’m with the army.”

“The army? They sent the army after me?” she asked incredulously.

“No. No one sent me after you. And yeah, the army.” Katie said with a grimace of remembrance.

“I didn’t know they allowed people like us to serve.” Voss told her.

“It’s a long story.” Becket replied.

“Do we have anywhere else to be?” Voss asked legitimately curious.

Becket glanced over Rachels shoulder at a policeman with questioning look on his face and half his torso out the office window. He moved to step out onto the ledge. She shook her head no. The relieved looking officer and nodded his ascent and slipped back inside. Voss looked in that direction just in time to see him vanishing. “Thanks for that.”

“Crowded enough out here as is.” Becket replied. Another gust of wind blew by. Even though it didn’t bother her, Becket shivered. “Damn its cold out here.”

“Yes, freezing.” Voss said without much enthusiasm. “So how did you get into the army if you’re a virus victim? I’m dying to hear.”

Becket cleared her throat as she decided where to start. “I was never happy with who I was before, when I was Kevin, I mean. My life was shit. Shit mostly of my own making if I’m honest. I was a mess, depressed, even tried to kill myself at one point.”

Voss nodded.

“Obviously that didn’t work out.” Becket said with a small laugh remembering the frustration of the gun misfiring then going off when she tossed it aside. “Then one day I got so sick I thought I was going to die. I thought I did actually cause when I woke up, I looked like this.” She ran her arms down along her body to illustrate. “It was like my prayers had been answered. Not that I wanted to be a girl, but I just wasn’t loser Kevin anymore. I grabbed all the cash I had and skipped town, set myself up in Dallas and…” she sighed not sure how truthful she felt like being.
“And I made some bad choices that got a lot of guys innocent infected.” She finally admitted.

“You decided to party down huh?”

“Ya. Looking back, I’m not real proud of myself but at the time I was having a blast.” Katie admitted. “Then one night this guy just would not take fuck off as an answer and he got handsy. I’m a lot stronger than I look and I hurt him pretty bad. After I ran but the cops found me. I knocked a few of them around but ultimately failed to escape. They tazed the shit out of me. I still have the scars from where it burned my skin. Once I was subdued, they turned me over to the government who figured out I was enhanced, or they already knew.”

“Voss swallowed hard. “They knew you had abilities?”

They must have cause next thing I knew I was in Nebraska. I was in this, I don’t know, surgical suit I guess is the best way to describe it, and they told me I was now in the army. I didn’t like it. I didn’t want to be and made as much trouble as I could. Then they taught me the facts of life and what happens to people like me when we don’t do what they want. After that I had a change of heart and dedicated myself to my training cause I didn’t want to be a lab rat for some mad scientist and here I am.”

“They kidnapped you?” Voss asked shocked.

“Ya. Civil liberties aren’t what they used to be these days when you’re infected.” Becket told her.

“I guess not.” Voss agreed. What do you mean your enhanced?”

“I’m really strong, fast, agile. Couple other less physical things too.”

“You can climb up forty stories without being seen like some kind of spider girl or something.” Rachel added.

“Yup that too.” Becket replied with a smile hoping she was making some progress with connecting to Voss. “Maybe she won’t take a high dive after all.” She thought hopefully, then said “Ok, your turn now. Tell me why you’re out here.”

“I don’t want to discuss it.” Voss replied through chattering teeth. She turned her head away and once again stared longingly at the far away street. It beckoned her and oh how she wanted to answer that call.

“Your choice.” Becket replied trying not to show her disappointment. “If you’re not going to tell me why then how about we call it a night and go back inside?”

“No! I have nothing to live for!” Voss screamed and inched forward towards the abyss. “I don’t want this! Why don’t you understand that? I don’t want any of this! I just want my life back!”

Becket watched as Rachel lifted her butt off the ledge and began to tip forward. With her enhanced senses it seemed as if Voss was moving in slow motion. The new woman was torn between honoring Voss’ desire to die and not wanting to see this poor soul splattered all over the sidewalk.

Deciding she trusted her body to know what to do and hoped over Voss, landing on her left side, turned and in one fluid motion scooped the woman back from the edge of oblivion. She tossed Rachel onto her shoulder and with balance of a high wire artist scampered back along the ledge and popped back in through the office window she’d come out of. It all happened so fast Voss didn’t have time to react until she was sitting on the shag carpet of some CEO’s office.

She looked up at Becket who was slamming the window closed. Voss clambered to her feet and ran at Katie, punching at her in frustration.
“You bitch! Who the fuck are you to do that! I want to die! Let me die…” she screamed and sobbed.

Becket accepted the beating and never raised a hand to defend herself. Voss was no light weight. Her punches felt like being hit with a hammer, but Katie stood and took it. After a few seconds Voss collapsed against into a sobbing mess. Becket held the new woman tenderly, letting her cry. Outside someone was pounding on the door and demanding it be opened.

“Fucking cops.” Katie thought to herself. “They’ll want to put her in quarantine.” Voss was in no condition to deal with that in Becket estimation. To the person pounding on the door, she yelled “She’s safe, just a little bit upset right now. Can you give us a few minutes please.”
The pounding stopped.

“Rachel honey, I know it looks bleak right now but believe me jumping off a building isn’t the answer. I know a place where you can go, and they will help you get through what’s happened. A place where you might even be able to build a new life eventually.”

“I just want to die.” Voss cried. “Everything I ever loved is gone. My wife is horrified by what I’ve become. She’s taken our kids away, refuses to talk to me. I lost my job. My house. I have nothing left. Please just let me go.” She pleaded and struggled to pull away. Strong as she was, Becket was stronger and held her tight until she gave in.

“I can’t do that Rachel.” Katie told her. “If I can get turned around anyone can. Please believe me, you’re far from the only one that’s lost because of the virus. Please come with me. Try it and if it’s not for you or you still want to end things then no one will try to stop you. I promise.”

“Promise?” Voss asked through tear-streaked eyes.

“Yes.”

“Fine I’ll go with you.” Voss relented.

“Terrific.” Becket said with a smile as she let go. “You’ll see the Sisters...” Before Katie could finish her sentence Voss pushed her, send her crashing into the wall behind her and using all her considerable strength dove through the closed window. The half inch thick glass shattered, pieces falling out into the open air and twinkling like so many diamonds.

Voss was free falling before Becket made it to the window. Katie screamed as Rachel fell into the darkness. Becket watched helplessly as she fell, her arm was stretched out the window as if Voss could fly back up and grasp it. Unable t watch the end Becket turned away just before the new woman crashed into the pavement far below.

“No.” she repeated in a thin voice choked with emotion as she slid down into a seated position. She buried her face into her crossed arms and began to cry. The rain poured in through the shattered window, soaking her. The pounding on the door resumed, male voices ordered her to open it and still she sat and sobbed for the life of someone she barely knew.

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Confirmed cases: 122,341, 872

Actual Cases: 165,290,648

End part XIX

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