Part 7
three thirty
George opens his eyes as he hears the sound of his beeper going off.He looks at the clock. He's slept for almost tweleve hours.He sits up, and shakes his head, wondering how he had managed to pull that one off, with out someone waking him up.He stumbles out of bed, to try in find his pants. He sees, them, and pulls his beeper out of his pocket. He looks at it blankly for a few seconds, trying to get his eyes open enough to read it. He shakes his head again. He walks to his phone, calling the command center.
"Vctf, Malone?"
"You paged, old wise, master." George says comically.Malone laughs.
"We have a case, if you don't mind getting your butt in here, old underpage computer winch." Malone answers. George laughs.
"I'll be in there in just a few minutes, I have to get dressed."
"I won't ask." Malone says and hangs up.
George opens his closet, he pulls out a shirt and some pants, and then goes to his oak dresser to get some underwear. He removes everything from his other pants, and gets dressed quickly.He pulls on a pair of sunglasses off his desk, and heads to his car. On second though he decides to walk. He lives close enough by, he doesn't need to waste gas, he just hopes hes not cursing himself when he leaves in the wee hours of the morning.
He comes into the building whistling, he feels extremely happy for some reason. He steps out of the elevator still whistling, he remembers his shades, and takes them off, and puts them in his pocket. He slides into his seat in front of the computer, still whistling, but lower this time.
John Grant gives him a funny look. "What did you do get laid last night?"
George gives a mock innocent look. "What on earth are you talking about?" He says, then he turns to his computer screen with an impish grin.
"I wonder if the other guy is denying it." John says, smoothing back his brown hair.He takes a sip of his coffee.
"Who said it was a guy?" George says, looking up, gives John an evil grin, that almost makes him spit out his coffee.
John almost chokes on it.. "What?" He swallows it hard.
Marcus Payton stares at George, from his postion in the corner of the room.
"I am just kidding, who said anything about getting laid last night, can't I just be in a good mood?" George asks, returning his face to his normal happy expression. Chuckling a bit at John's performance.
"Did I call you all here to talk to you about Georgie's sex life, I don't think so, so let's get to work." Bailey snaps at them all, he is only pretending to be mad, but they do need to get back to work.
"What do we have?" Dr. Samantha Waters asks, looking up at the commander, waiting patiently.
Bailey distributes case files to each team member. "Ten minutes ago at the Wyndham Garden Hotel Perimeter Center, a woman was attacked in her hotel room, and the injected with some chemical, the attackers claimed it was the AIDS virus, She claims there were two of them, but one wasn't helping much, the other one was wearing pancake makeup. The police are working on the sketches.The Victim has been taken to Memorial hospital." He looks to George, "What information can you give us on the victim?"
George fingers race on the keyboard. Her picture appears a few seconds later, "Lisa Callway, 24, secretary for a branch of the Republician Campaign Fund, has lived in Atlanta all her life, arrested once for protesting in front of a homosexual movie house.She is part of the "Stop Homos" Commision, and the "No Rights for Gays" commision. Both small groups which have home base in Atlanta, non government, non profit agencies.She checked into the hotel two nights ago after a fight with her parents, Barnaby, and Betty Callway, they live at 216 second street, Lisa's address" He rattles off reading the screen in front of him, as the rest look at the projected image on the wall.
"I would say the attacker is probably a homosexual, recently finding out he had contracted the AIDS virus, and getting revenge on the straight community, possibly in the theater industry.I would say there probably would be a repeat performance. George can you run a list on anyone, may be a next possible victim, and anyone who has been diagonosed with AIDS in the last six months -or- so, who belong to the gay community, It maybe hard to find, but I think you would know, being one of them." Sam observes,not realizing all she had sais, when she notices George staring at her, his brown eyes widen in shock a little.She had just labeled him as one of them,as if they were a separate outcasted society. She shakes her head. "I didn't mean anything by the last remark, I am sorry, George."
"It's okay." He turns back to his computer screen, and begins typing. He wonders if he should tell them he wasn't kidding, but he couldn't tell them, well not yet at least, and most definetly not Sam, and Grace, it was rude to discuss sex with women.He needs to talk to Bailey first anyway, this whole thing between him and Franny may be over before it has really began. He pulls up a possible suspect list quickly, there only twenty cases of AIDS reported among males in the last six months. He doesn't notice anyone name until he puts it on the projected screen. He glances up, and almost chokes on the air in his lungs. Rich Warren, it can't be. "Did he have it before we broke up, If that lazy slob, passed it on to me from one of his affairs, I am in a lot of trouble. Blasted, why hadn't I used condoms more with him," He thinks. "Because I love him,I believe he would be monogamous with me, and not have other partners, but I heard rumors, I should of listened to them. And now what am I going to tell Francie,I am starting to fall in love with her,and we have already had sex, and I forgot to put on a condom, because I let her be in control, and this isn't fair." He answers himself.
"Hey, Rich Warren, isn't that the guy you were dating?" John asks.
George weakly nods, he doesn't know what else to do. He feels tears welding up in the back of his eyes and his throats. He wonders if Francis used protection, but why should she, condoms can't stop viruses all the time, and she was clean, and he thought he was too. He frowns. He does not like this. He sits silently, letting Samantha study the photos, as his mind wheels in every possible direction, and always ending at is going to be responsible for another person's death because he was stupid, and he was going to be sick.
(more to come)
three thirty
George opens his eyes as he hears the sound of his beeper going off.He looks at the clock. He's slept for almost tweleve hours.He sits up, and shakes his head, wondering how he had managed to pull that one off, with out someone waking him up.He stumbles out of bed, to try in find his pants. He sees, them, and pulls his beeper out of his pocket. He looks at it blankly for a few seconds, trying to get his eyes open enough to read it. He shakes his head again. He walks to his phone, calling the command center.
"Vctf, Malone?"
"You paged, old wise, master." George says comically.Malone laughs.
"We have a case, if you don't mind getting your butt in here, old underpage computer winch." Malone answers. George laughs.
"I'll be in there in just a few minutes, I have to get dressed."
"I won't ask." Malone says and hangs up.
George opens his closet, he pulls out a shirt and some pants, and then goes to his oak dresser to get some underwear. He removes everything from his other pants, and gets dressed quickly.He pulls on a pair of sunglasses off his desk, and heads to his car. On second though he decides to walk. He lives close enough by, he doesn't need to waste gas, he just hopes hes not cursing himself when he leaves in the wee hours of the morning.
He comes into the building whistling, he feels extremely happy for some reason. He steps out of the elevator still whistling, he remembers his shades, and takes them off, and puts them in his pocket. He slides into his seat in front of the computer, still whistling, but lower this time.
John Grant gives him a funny look. "What did you do get laid last night?"
George gives a mock innocent look. "What on earth are you talking about?" He says, then he turns to his computer screen with an impish grin.
"I wonder if the other guy is denying it." John says, smoothing back his brown hair.He takes a sip of his coffee.
"Who said it was a guy?" George says, looking up, gives John an evil grin, that almost makes him spit out his coffee.
John almost chokes on it.. "What?" He swallows it hard.
Marcus Payton stares at George, from his postion in the corner of the room.
"I am just kidding, who said anything about getting laid last night, can't I just be in a good mood?" George asks, returning his face to his normal happy expression. Chuckling a bit at John's performance.
"Did I call you all here to talk to you about Georgie's sex life, I don't think so, so let's get to work." Bailey snaps at them all, he is only pretending to be mad, but they do need to get back to work.
"What do we have?" Dr. Samantha Waters asks, looking up at the commander, waiting patiently.
Bailey distributes case files to each team member. "Ten minutes ago at the Wyndham Garden Hotel Perimeter Center, a woman was attacked in her hotel room, and the injected with some chemical, the attackers claimed it was the AIDS virus, She claims there were two of them, but one wasn't helping much, the other one was wearing pancake makeup. The police are working on the sketches.The Victim has been taken to Memorial hospital." He looks to George, "What information can you give us on the victim?"
George fingers race on the keyboard. Her picture appears a few seconds later, "Lisa Callway, 24, secretary for a branch of the Republician Campaign Fund, has lived in Atlanta all her life, arrested once for protesting in front of a homosexual movie house.She is part of the "Stop Homos" Commision, and the "No Rights for Gays" commision. Both small groups which have home base in Atlanta, non government, non profit agencies.She checked into the hotel two nights ago after a fight with her parents, Barnaby, and Betty Callway, they live at 216 second street, Lisa's address" He rattles off reading the screen in front of him, as the rest look at the projected image on the wall.
"I would say the attacker is probably a homosexual, recently finding out he had contracted the AIDS virus, and getting revenge on the straight community, possibly in the theater industry.I would say there probably would be a repeat performance. George can you run a list on anyone, may be a next possible victim, and anyone who has been diagonosed with AIDS in the last six months -or- so, who belong to the gay community, It maybe hard to find, but I think you would know, being one of them." Sam observes,not realizing all she had sais, when she notices George staring at her, his brown eyes widen in shock a little.She had just labeled him as one of them,as if they were a separate outcasted society. She shakes her head. "I didn't mean anything by the last remark, I am sorry, George."
"It's okay." He turns back to his computer screen, and begins typing. He wonders if he should tell them he wasn't kidding, but he couldn't tell them, well not yet at least, and most definetly not Sam, and Grace, it was rude to discuss sex with women.He needs to talk to Bailey first anyway, this whole thing between him and Franny may be over before it has really began. He pulls up a possible suspect list quickly, there only twenty cases of AIDS reported among males in the last six months. He doesn't notice anyone name until he puts it on the projected screen. He glances up, and almost chokes on the air in his lungs. Rich Warren, it can't be. "Did he have it before we broke up, If that lazy slob, passed it on to me from one of his affairs, I am in a lot of trouble. Blasted, why hadn't I used condoms more with him," He thinks. "Because I love him,I believe he would be monogamous with me, and not have other partners, but I heard rumors, I should of listened to them. And now what am I going to tell Francie,I am starting to fall in love with her,and we have already had sex, and I forgot to put on a condom, because I let her be in control, and this isn't fair." He answers himself.
"Hey, Rich Warren, isn't that the guy you were dating?" John asks.
George weakly nods, he doesn't know what else to do. He feels tears welding up in the back of his eyes and his throats. He wonders if Francis used protection, but why should she, condoms can't stop viruses all the time, and she was clean, and he thought he was too. He frowns. He does not like this. He sits silently, letting Samantha study the photos, as his mind wheels in every possible direction, and always ending at is going to be responsible for another person's death because he was stupid, and he was going to be sick.
(more to come)