irrational. George, get to Washington and advise the president directly. Peter, at the minute, sterilization is your main priority. I want to know every detail of how they plan to do it. I’ll get you the data. Christopher, you and I will analyze every millisecond of that video interview to see if we can glean anything from it that they may have missed up there.”
“And the girl?” said Peter.
“Make her as comfortable as possible. Let’s get to work.”
Freda was now in full damage control mode, and while there would be time for blame and finger-pointing later, she was more concerned with avoiding world war.
Chapter 13
Claudia was cold and tired. Dirt, leaves, and all kinds of forest foliage clung to her body as she stumbled from tree to tree, boulder to boulder. She felt disoriented, her hands shaking with fear. No matter how hard she tried, her mind couldn’t focus on a single thought. Not one. Pain streaked across her eyes, and she felt almost like an animal. She couldn’t deny the urge to run on all fours. Every noise caught her attention as she slinked and slithered across a mountain range, no idea where she was.
A frightening fireball in the distance was what she was running from. At first, her name came easily to her; now she couldn’t remember it. The environment was all that she was concerned with. Her safety. Wearing a long white medical gown, she tried her best to ignore the deep cuts and scrapes her legs were enduring. To make matters worse, her movement had attracted the attention of stray dogs, who now chased her, biting her ankles.
“Captain,” said an American lookout on one of the few surviving watchtowers along the DMZ. The army captain took his binoculars and scanned the area. It was the dead of night, with searchlights and helicopters filling the dark sky, readying for an onslaught. He spotted the white-gowned woman running among the foliage.
“What the hell?” said the captain, spotting a few dogs run alongside her. Moments later, a swarm of North Korean infantry surrounded Claudia and dragged her back into the trees as she screamed and fought against them. He waited with bated breath; the noise of military preparations seemed far off now as he caught brief glimpses of the young woman being grabbed in every direction. Gunshots violated the strange sense of calmness on both sides. He instinctively grabbed his handgun and pointed it toward the trees, the soldiers around him aiming much larger weapons in that direction.
“This is Captain Rodgers to Central Command. We have a situation.”
Chapter 14
“Files received,” said CIM.
“CIM, load the sterilization data file and display.” Peter stood from his desk, his private office more untidy than usual. Multiple screens appeared in front of him, showing an array of genetic diagrams, charts, and advanced formulas that only a seasoned geneticist could understand. Finding exactly how the Council planned to sterilize the human race was baffling. To perform such an act at a genetic level was astounding.
“CIM, specify genetic actions to be taken when sterilizing a human adult.” He wanted to see what specific changes would be made to the hosts to make them sterile. As with all Council material he received, it was presented to him with no instructions or notes. Peter often thought they went out of their way to be unhelpful.
A zapping noise across the labs interrupted his train of thought. The young girl had arrived. Peter headed over to the bio-containment chamber, where Gabriel was already waiting.
“What the hell?” said Gabriel.
The girl hid in one of the corners of the square containment chamber. Looking terrified, she whimpered and sobbed loudly, catching the attention of the rest of the team. Peter was disturbed to see her flesh looked mottled, and her were eyes bloodied and red.
“This is our new patient,” said Peter. “She is infected with the Eugenics Virus.”
“And you brought her here? Are you out of your
“And the girl?” said Peter.
“Make her as comfortable as possible. Let’s get to work.”
Freda was now in full damage control mode, and while there would be time for blame and finger-pointing later, she was more concerned with avoiding world war.
Chapter 13
Claudia was cold and tired. Dirt, leaves, and all kinds of forest foliage clung to her body as she stumbled from tree to tree, boulder to boulder. She felt disoriented, her hands shaking with fear. No matter how hard she tried, her mind couldn’t focus on a single thought. Not one. Pain streaked across her eyes, and she felt almost like an animal. She couldn’t deny the urge to run on all fours. Every noise caught her attention as she slinked and slithered across a mountain range, no idea where she was.
A frightening fireball in the distance was what she was running from. At first, her name came easily to her; now she couldn’t remember it. The environment was all that she was concerned with. Her safety. Wearing a long white medical gown, she tried her best to ignore the deep cuts and scrapes her legs were enduring. To make matters worse, her movement had attracted the attention of stray dogs, who now chased her, biting her ankles.
“Captain,” said an American lookout on one of the few surviving watchtowers along the DMZ. The army captain took his binoculars and scanned the area. It was the dead of night, with searchlights and helicopters filling the dark sky, readying for an onslaught. He spotted the white-gowned woman running among the foliage.
“What the hell?” said the captain, spotting a few dogs run alongside her. Moments later, a swarm of North Korean infantry surrounded Claudia and dragged her back into the trees as she screamed and fought against them. He waited with bated breath; the noise of military preparations seemed far off now as he caught brief glimpses of the young woman being grabbed in every direction. Gunshots violated the strange sense of calmness on both sides. He instinctively grabbed his handgun and pointed it toward the trees, the soldiers around him aiming much larger weapons in that direction.
“This is Captain Rodgers to Central Command. We have a situation.”
Chapter 14
“Files received,” said CIM.
“CIM, load the sterilization data file and display.” Peter stood from his desk, his private office more untidy than usual. Multiple screens appeared in front of him, showing an array of genetic diagrams, charts, and advanced formulas that only a seasoned geneticist could understand. Finding exactly how the Council planned to sterilize the human race was baffling. To perform such an act at a genetic level was astounding.
“CIM, specify genetic actions to be taken when sterilizing a human adult.” He wanted to see what specific changes would be made to the hosts to make them sterile. As with all Council material he received, it was presented to him with no instructions or notes. Peter often thought they went out of their way to be unhelpful.
A zapping noise across the labs interrupted his train of thought. The young girl had arrived. Peter headed over to the bio-containment chamber, where Gabriel was already waiting.
“What the hell?” said Gabriel.
The girl hid in one of the corners of the square containment chamber. Looking terrified, she whimpered and sobbed loudly, catching the attention of the rest of the team. Peter was disturbed to see her flesh looked mottled, and her were eyes bloodied and red.
“This is our new patient,” said Peter. “She is infected with the Eugenics Virus.”
“And you brought her here? Are you out of your
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