Remedy For The Routine
Chapter1
“Watch out Gerard!” Suddenly blood showers Gerard as the woman that was charging him a moment ago drops to the ground beside him. Before he can thank his comrade he is tackled to the ground by a man furiously snapping at him. Usually the attacks aren’t this bad and usually they aren’t in broad day light.Hurriedly Gerard scrambles for his gun, which he’d fumbled when he got tackled, and hits the man with the butt of it. “We need to fall back! There are too many! I don’t know what’s going on, but we don’t have the man power for this!”
“That’s alright, I have a meeting anyway.”
“In that case how about we let one of these fucks drain you?”
“It’s all good. I’ll face the other blood suckers!” The men laughed and began to head for a set of heavily reinforced metal doors. Before they dared to get to close to the doors they turned around to make sure no one else would get in behind them. Sure enough there were two women headed straight for Gerard. Quickly he shot one in the leg and the other in the shoulder. No, it wasn’t enough to kill them, just slow them down. Gerard, and for that matter the government, didn’t want them dead. There was a cure waiting in the wings, one that was promised to bring America back together. Gerard and his friend ran through the doors once the coast was clear, Gerard scanned his badge, and the doors slammed closed behind them.
“Hell of a fight. Something must be up.”
“Maybe the higher ups will know,” Gerard said as he looked himself over. “I’m covered, how about you?” The men took a moment and looked each other over. “Well I guess we should go get cleaned up before we infect anyone. Thanks for saving my ass out there. I would have been screwed for sure.” With that the men parted ways and Gerard went to shower and put on his formal wear for his aforementioned meeting. After an extended stay in the shower Gerard threw on his clothes and hurried through the maze of a city to the government building. He showed his badge to the guards and ran inside to the elevator that would take him to the fourth floor where he would find Room 417. When he finally made it to the room he shoved the doors open and walked in like he owned the place.
“Mr. Way, how nice of you to decide to join us today,” a short portly man said from behind a large table.
“I would have been here sooner but there was an attack. Something must be going on; there has never been an attack of such proportions and certainly not in the day light.”
“Well, we shall have to discuss this matter. For now though please take your seat so we can continue.” Gerard walked over to the only empty chair around the large wooden table and silently sat. “As I was saying, the cure is almost completely finished. We will have to retreat the ones previously treated of course, but this version will not require any further action after that.”
“And this cure will work on the ones that seemed to be immune to the last batch?”
“Yes. We have tested it on the few that Mr. Way and his team captured and they have no signs of the virus.”
“What about the cost of producing the quantities needed to regain control?”
“There is no worry about cost. The government will do whatever it takes to cure as many people as possible. But gentlemen it is growing late and I think we all need to get home to our loved ones, said the portly man as he slowly stood up. “However, if you, Mr. Way, could stay so I might have a brief chat with you it would be greatly appreciated.” As everyone filed around the table and out of the room Gerard fought against the flow to get to the man. “I need you to go talk to Bert about the cure. See how long it’s going to be before we can start mass producing it. Some of the other men are getting antsy.”
“I understand sir.”
“Report back with everything he says. Heck, report back with everything he does. I don’t trust him much but he’s the only one qualified to fix the cure apparently.”
“Sir, I was wondering if you are anyone you know of has any sort of idea why that attack happened today. Or maybe if anyone knew that it was coming, because my team doesn’t usually patrol that area.”
“Mr. Way, some things are better left a mystery. But I will tell you one thing. The past has a way of finding you.” With that Gerard was waved off and began the jaunt to the laboratory. The government had made room in the basement for Bert to work on fixing the previous cure. Allegedly there were some holes in the genetic pattern or some scientific mumbo-jumbo that Gerard didn’t quite understand.
“That’s alright, I have a meeting anyway.”
“In that case how about we let one of these fucks drain you?”
“It’s all good. I’ll face the other blood suckers!” The men laughed and began to head for a set of heavily reinforced metal doors. Before they dared to get to close to the doors they turned around to make sure no one else would get in behind them. Sure enough there were two women headed straight for Gerard. Quickly he shot one in the leg and the other in the shoulder. No, it wasn’t enough to kill them, just slow them down. Gerard, and for that matter the government, didn’t want them dead. There was a cure waiting in the wings, one that was promised to bring America back together. Gerard and his friend ran through the doors once the coast was clear, Gerard scanned his badge, and the doors slammed closed behind them.
“Hell of a fight. Something must be up.”
“Maybe the higher ups will know,” Gerard said as he looked himself over. “I’m covered, how about you?” The men took a moment and looked each other over. “Well I guess we should go get cleaned up before we infect anyone. Thanks for saving my ass out there. I would have been screwed for sure.” With that the men parted ways and Gerard went to shower and put on his formal wear for his aforementioned meeting. After an extended stay in the shower Gerard threw on his clothes and hurried through the maze of a city to the government building. He showed his badge to the guards and ran inside to the elevator that would take him to the fourth floor where he would find Room 417. When he finally made it to the room he shoved the doors open and walked in like he owned the place.
“Mr. Way, how nice of you to decide to join us today,” a short portly man said from behind a large table.
“I would have been here sooner but there was an attack. Something must be going on; there has never been an attack of such proportions and certainly not in the day light.”
“Well, we shall have to discuss this matter. For now though please take your seat so we can continue.” Gerard walked over to the only empty chair around the large wooden table and silently sat. “As I was saying, the cure is almost completely finished. We will have to retreat the ones previously treated of course, but this version will not require any further action after that.”
“And this cure will work on the ones that seemed to be immune to the last batch?”
“Yes. We have tested it on the few that Mr. Way and his team captured and they have no signs of the virus.”
“What about the cost of producing the quantities needed to regain control?”
“There is no worry about cost. The government will do whatever it takes to cure as many people as possible. But gentlemen it is growing late and I think we all need to get home to our loved ones, said the portly man as he slowly stood up. “However, if you, Mr. Way, could stay so I might have a brief chat with you it would be greatly appreciated.” As everyone filed around the table and out of the room Gerard fought against the flow to get to the man. “I need you to go talk to Bert about the cure. See how long it’s going to be before we can start mass producing it. Some of the other men are getting antsy.”
“I understand sir.”
“Report back with everything he says. Heck, report back with everything he does. I don’t trust him much but he’s the only one qualified to fix the cure apparently.”
“Sir, I was wondering if you are anyone you know of has any sort of idea why that attack happened today. Or maybe if anyone knew that it was coming, because my team doesn’t usually patrol that area.”
“Mr. Way, some things are better left a mystery. But I will tell you one thing. The past has a way of finding you.” With that Gerard was waved off and began the jaunt to the laboratory. The government had made room in the basement for Bert to work on fixing the previous cure. Allegedly there were some holes in the genetic pattern or some scientific mumbo-jumbo that Gerard didn’t quite understand.
Gah, this is so good!
1/21/14