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Somewhere in a dark hotel room a phone was ringing. A man with slick, blonde hair was sitting patiently next to it. With a swift move of a wrist he picked up the receiver.
"What?"
"We've picked up his signal. Directions are being faxed to you as we speak. If you mess up this time it'll be your head on a platter."
"Go ahead and try you cocky, little midget."
With that he crushed the phone and took a paper out of the fax machine. He smiled as his eyes skimmed over the map.
"Looks like I've found you, X."
Mike was laughing hysterically in his shared bedroom. Talking to Dylan always illuminated his day. It didn't seem to matter that Leon was trying to sleep after an extended date with Claire.
"And then she started yelling 'it's raining God!'" There was more uncontrolled laughter.
Leon sat up in his bed and glared at Mike.
"Ok, ok. We've got be quiet or else Kennedy'll shoot me." Leland whispered trying, without success, to hold back his amusement.
Satisfied, Leon returned to his comfortable pillow.
"Yeah, he's hammered."
Leon took the cushion from under him and chucked it at the back of Mike's head.
"Aah! You're asking for it now, Kennedy!" Mike yelled and threw the pillow back at him.
"What Dylan? Of coarse I'm coming over for thanksgiving. Why wouldn't I?"
Leon rose again out of the bed.
"Ok, later yo." Mike turned the phone off and put it on a nightstand.
"You're not going to spend it with us?" Leon asked. He seemed almost upset by this revelation.
"I'm sorry, it's just that Dylan is best bud and I miss him."
Kennedy nodded then smiled.
"Fine go, leave, I don't need your whorin' round here," he said, jokingly trying to mimic Mike's southern accent.
Leland laughed and threw his own pillow at Leon.
Rebecca studiously worked in her lab. There was purpose to her obsession this time. She theorized that all of them were infected with the T virus. That meant that their eventual deaths would not be a time of peace but the beginning of a plague upon the whole world. Fortunately there was a possibility that the virus only worked temporarily and it would die if its host did not pass away in twenty-four hours.
This seemed to be the case. The blood samples that Rebecca got from the group were mostly negative. Jill's sample was the only one that tested positive but not with the T virus. Instead she carried the dormant and primitive form of the NE-T virus. She was theoretically vaccinated and because she lacked beta hetero nonserotonin in her system the virus was likely to die off soon.
Satisfied with her work and feeling extremely hungry, Rebecca was about to switch off her equipment when a small, red container caught her eye. It was a bit of Mike's blood from the time he had been shot. She saved it just in case he needed a transfusion and eventually forgot about it in the back of her freezer.
Rebecca didn't know much about Mike. He was still a mystery to her and his blood seemed to be the perfect means for some answers.
Using a syringe, she transplanted the sample into a scanning-flask and shoved it into the huge machine. It whirred to life and a giant computer screen in front of her began to spurt information.
Rebecca examined it all the way to the bottom. There was nothing interesting and she kept scrolling down until a big question mark caught her eye.
"Unknown compound detected," she read aloud. "Hmmm..."
She tapped the keyboard and the chemical was shown above her.
"Show actual sample," she typed.
The sample was shown and the computer zoomed into the compound.
"What the hell..."
She tapped another button and the computer zoomed out. There, in the center of the screen, sat a familiar shape. She had seen it many times before. There was something odd about it though.
"Scan virus membrane," she ordered.
"Unknown compound detected," the screen blinked.
"Scan virus RNA," she typed.
The machine hummed in protest.
"Unable to penetrate compound," it blinked relentlessly until Rebecca decided to turn it off but not before she printed the results.
Somewhere in a dark hotel room a phone was ringing. A man with slick, blonde hair was sitting patiently next to it. With a swift move of a wrist he picked up the receiver.
"What?"
"We've picked up his signal. Directions are being faxed to you as we speak. If you mess up this time it'll be your head on a platter."
"Go ahead and try you cocky, little midget."
With that he crushed the phone and took a paper out of the fax machine. He smiled as his eyes skimmed over the map.
"Looks like I've found you, X."
Mike was laughing hysterically in his shared bedroom. Talking to Dylan always illuminated his day. It didn't seem to matter that Leon was trying to sleep after an extended date with Claire.
"And then she started yelling 'it's raining God!'" There was more uncontrolled laughter.
Leon sat up in his bed and glared at Mike.
"Ok, ok. We've got be quiet or else Kennedy'll shoot me." Leland whispered trying, without success, to hold back his amusement.
Satisfied, Leon returned to his comfortable pillow.
"Yeah, he's hammered."
Leon took the cushion from under him and chucked it at the back of Mike's head.
"Aah! You're asking for it now, Kennedy!" Mike yelled and threw the pillow back at him.
"What Dylan? Of coarse I'm coming over for thanksgiving. Why wouldn't I?"
Leon rose again out of the bed.
"Ok, later yo." Mike turned the phone off and put it on a nightstand.
"You're not going to spend it with us?" Leon asked. He seemed almost upset by this revelation.
"I'm sorry, it's just that Dylan is best bud and I miss him."
Kennedy nodded then smiled.
"Fine go, leave, I don't need your whorin' round here," he said, jokingly trying to mimic Mike's southern accent.
Leland laughed and threw his own pillow at Leon.
Rebecca studiously worked in her lab. There was purpose to her obsession this time. She theorized that all of them were infected with the T virus. That meant that their eventual deaths would not be a time of peace but the beginning of a plague upon the whole world. Fortunately there was a possibility that the virus only worked temporarily and it would die if its host did not pass away in twenty-four hours.
This seemed to be the case. The blood samples that Rebecca got from the group were mostly negative. Jill's sample was the only one that tested positive but not with the T virus. Instead she carried the dormant and primitive form of the NE-T virus. She was theoretically vaccinated and because she lacked beta hetero nonserotonin in her system the virus was likely to die off soon.
Satisfied with her work and feeling extremely hungry, Rebecca was about to switch off her equipment when a small, red container caught her eye. It was a bit of Mike's blood from the time he had been shot. She saved it just in case he needed a transfusion and eventually forgot about it in the back of her freezer.
Rebecca didn't know much about Mike. He was still a mystery to her and his blood seemed to be the perfect means for some answers.
Using a syringe, she transplanted the sample into a scanning-flask and shoved it into the huge machine. It whirred to life and a giant computer screen in front of her began to spurt information.
Rebecca examined it all the way to the bottom. There was nothing interesting and she kept scrolling down until a big question mark caught her eye.
"Unknown compound detected," she read aloud. "Hmmm..."
She tapped the keyboard and the chemical was shown above her.
"Show actual sample," she typed.
The sample was shown and the computer zoomed into the compound.
"What the hell..."
She tapped another button and the computer zoomed out. There, in the center of the screen, sat a familiar shape. She had seen it many times before. There was something odd about it though.
"Scan virus membrane," she ordered.
"Unknown compound detected," the screen blinked.
"Scan virus RNA," she typed.
The machine hummed in protest.
"Unable to penetrate compound," it blinked relentlessly until Rebecca decided to turn it off but not before she printed the results.