the only ones to come up with that conclusion Sherlock. MSNBC is already speculating the Navy got themselves contaminated with the new AIDS vaccine the Navy was investigating,” Bill said as he played with his mustache.
"But why just the Navy? What about all those prisoners down in Guantanamo they tested it on first?"
“I don’t know, how do we not hear anything about AIDS other than in Africa for twenty years and all of a sudden it makes a resurgence. It just came on too quick. How in the hell and why did it spread through the prison systems?”
“Manmade? Is that what you are trying to say?”
“Convenient is more what I was thinking. They are saying it’s a cure this new strain of AIDS that’s killing everyone, causing their genes to mutate.”
"I don't know. Maybe they got ahold of a bad batch or something. All I know is that they've halted all the vaccines across the country until they can check this out. Which is just fine because we've already gotten our hands full. We couldn't handle another major outbreak. Right now we've got an active missing persons file of over 500 names, and it doubles every night."
"I bet we could probably kill these things by running them over too." Ethan said trying to keep Bill from going off on a tangent about the Reverend Swanson. "What do you think Bill? Want to give it a try?"
"I don't know, Ethan, that yellow pus they got in them is supposed to be what spreads the disease. You get that stuff in your mouth, your eyes, or in a cut, and boom—you're one of them. And besides . . .” he said after a little thought and a pull on his mustache, "you could ruin your nice paint job. Prudence, my friend, is that virtue by which we discern what is proper to be done under the various circumstances of time and place—Milton."
“I never once thought these quotes are coming off the top of your head. I think you do prep work then guide the conversations so that you can work them in.”
They took a left turn off Laskin Road onto Atlantic Avenue. Atlantic would soon turn into Shore Drive and Shore became Oceanview. The wind blowing off the ocean was thick, hot and wet. When the wind was blocked by a building though, it was like hitting a pocket of warm, stagnant death.
"It sure seems strange to be driving down the strip in the middle of tourist season and not see people out cruising,” Ethan said and both agreed.
The sky was taking on an amber - violet hue. Ethan wiped the perspiration off his hands onto his chinos. "Where we off to tonight?” He asked.
"There's a section of Oceanview that's had the juice knocked out for a day and a half. The Vepco crews have tried to get it back on twice. There's a couple of abandoned buildings there. The police and National Guard are going to torch them. Figured we go down there and wait to see what comes out of them. Maybe get a little target practice." Bill said as he spun the chamber of the big gun.
Ethan winced and tried not to think of the night before.
We all labor against our own cure, for death is the cure of all diseases.
Sir Thomas Browne (1605 - 1682)
English doctor, author
CHAPTER 8
THE FORT
The tall building stood outlined against the rural Maryland night sky, sharp and straight like a raised sword. The monolithic structure stood conspicuously amongst the other bunker - like buildings of Fort Detrick. The Center for Biological Warfare was ensconced into the mountainous region of the state, easily protected, and equally hidden for all that even knew where to look. Inside the edifice was a large room with walls of white tile and mammoth exhaust fans that glittered in the reflection of the stark overhead lights like silver brocade. One would immediately think it had an unusually high ceiling, yet feel claustrophobic because of all the equipment. There were large antiseptic - looking counters of glass and steel loaded with the latest
"But why just the Navy? What about all those prisoners down in Guantanamo they tested it on first?"
“I don’t know, how do we not hear anything about AIDS other than in Africa for twenty years and all of a sudden it makes a resurgence. It just came on too quick. How in the hell and why did it spread through the prison systems?”
“Manmade? Is that what you are trying to say?”
“Convenient is more what I was thinking. They are saying it’s a cure this new strain of AIDS that’s killing everyone, causing their genes to mutate.”
"I don't know. Maybe they got ahold of a bad batch or something. All I know is that they've halted all the vaccines across the country until they can check this out. Which is just fine because we've already gotten our hands full. We couldn't handle another major outbreak. Right now we've got an active missing persons file of over 500 names, and it doubles every night."
"I bet we could probably kill these things by running them over too." Ethan said trying to keep Bill from going off on a tangent about the Reverend Swanson. "What do you think Bill? Want to give it a try?"
"I don't know, Ethan, that yellow pus they got in them is supposed to be what spreads the disease. You get that stuff in your mouth, your eyes, or in a cut, and boom—you're one of them. And besides . . .” he said after a little thought and a pull on his mustache, "you could ruin your nice paint job. Prudence, my friend, is that virtue by which we discern what is proper to be done under the various circumstances of time and place—Milton."
“I never once thought these quotes are coming off the top of your head. I think you do prep work then guide the conversations so that you can work them in.”
They took a left turn off Laskin Road onto Atlantic Avenue. Atlantic would soon turn into Shore Drive and Shore became Oceanview. The wind blowing off the ocean was thick, hot and wet. When the wind was blocked by a building though, it was like hitting a pocket of warm, stagnant death.
"It sure seems strange to be driving down the strip in the middle of tourist season and not see people out cruising,” Ethan said and both agreed.
The sky was taking on an amber - violet hue. Ethan wiped the perspiration off his hands onto his chinos. "Where we off to tonight?” He asked.
"There's a section of Oceanview that's had the juice knocked out for a day and a half. The Vepco crews have tried to get it back on twice. There's a couple of abandoned buildings there. The police and National Guard are going to torch them. Figured we go down there and wait to see what comes out of them. Maybe get a little target practice." Bill said as he spun the chamber of the big gun.
Ethan winced and tried not to think of the night before.
We all labor against our own cure, for death is the cure of all diseases.
Sir Thomas Browne (1605 - 1682)
English doctor, author
CHAPTER 8
THE FORT
The tall building stood outlined against the rural Maryland night sky, sharp and straight like a raised sword. The monolithic structure stood conspicuously amongst the other bunker - like buildings of Fort Detrick. The Center for Biological Warfare was ensconced into the mountainous region of the state, easily protected, and equally hidden for all that even knew where to look. Inside the edifice was a large room with walls of white tile and mammoth exhaust fans that glittered in the reflection of the stark overhead lights like silver brocade. One would immediately think it had an unusually high ceiling, yet feel claustrophobic because of all the equipment. There were large antiseptic - looking counters of glass and steel loaded with the latest
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