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case."
"I'm not too sure, but I think the equipment and research in the case is needed to make more. The doctor said they attempted to share the research with other centers. He couldn't be sure though if the information got through. It was transmitted about the time the CDC was compromised."
"So what you're saying is that this case could be the only way of making more?"
"Pretty much, and it needs to get to Fort Knox. I just hope like hell the fort is in better shape than the CDC. I don't have another plan past that."
"So, maybe the old doc wasn't crazy. That gas worked for me. It's pretty potent stuff, if it can take out a few zombies and not affect me. Let me have a look in that case. If all humanity is riding on it, we should both know exactly what you're carrying."
"I'd like that. Since Brock died, this has been a big responsibility for one person."
After finding an open area, with no woods, buildings or other hiding places, Alex stopped and pulled the case from his pack. He walked over to an old tree stump, opened the case and set it down. Chaz followed close behind. Alex keyed the biometric thumb reader and the locks swung open.
"The doctor added my print to the case's biometric database. I'll add yours once I show you what's inside."
He swung open the case, which revealed the first section. It was one of those cases where foam is custom cut to surround the items inside. There was a notebook, writing utensils, a slide rule, and a bunch of laminated tables with chemical properties and mathematical formulas.
"I suppose the good doctor wanted old-school manual backups of everything, just in case," commented Alex.
The case was set up like a binder, where each section swung open to reveal the next. Chaz turned to the second section, which revealed a number of electronic instruments. One device looked like a communication computer, but more sophisticated, with a screen, input slots and a small keyboard. A second device was smaller and sized to be handheld. It had long hollow sections on each side that could hold liquids or other samples. A small screen occupied the middle of the device. There were also a number of media storage units that fit into the communication computer slots.
"This last section is the important one," Alex commented as he flipped past the digital devices.
The last compartment had extra padding, and just three sealed vials. Two of the vials were almost empty, but the last was half full of a hazy gray gas.
"Shit!" snarled Alex as he reached for the two empty vials. "These were all full just a few days ago. Something's wrong here. These held the drug that Fort Knox needs. They need these for comparison testing. Damn! This third one was full too. I don't see any cracking or breaking of the seals. There must be something wrong with the way the doctor stored them. I know he put this together in a hurry when he left the CDC. The vials must not be airtight."
Alex quickly closed up the case. "Colonel, this is important. It needs to get to Fort Knox. My chances are so much better with you. What do you say? Partners?"
Chaz stepped back, and started pacing. Alex watched, while placing the case back into his pack. Chaz came back to Alex.
"What the hell, kid. It would seem I have nothing left to live for these days, so why not. One condition though."
"What's that?" Alex said, smiling.
"Don't ever refer to us as partners. I'm Colonel Chaz Sheperd. Your commanding officer."
"Yes, sir," replied a saluting Alex.
Old Wounds
In spite of Chaz's decision to help Alex get to the fort, Abby and the kids still filled his thoughts. He thought back to when the kids were still little, and how much they meant to him. They were such a big part of his life, not only in the time he spent with them, but the space they occupied in his heart. He remembered during those days thinking how
"I'm not too sure, but I think the equipment and research in the case is needed to make more. The doctor said they attempted to share the research with other centers. He couldn't be sure though if the information got through. It was transmitted about the time the CDC was compromised."
"So what you're saying is that this case could be the only way of making more?"
"Pretty much, and it needs to get to Fort Knox. I just hope like hell the fort is in better shape than the CDC. I don't have another plan past that."
"So, maybe the old doc wasn't crazy. That gas worked for me. It's pretty potent stuff, if it can take out a few zombies and not affect me. Let me have a look in that case. If all humanity is riding on it, we should both know exactly what you're carrying."
"I'd like that. Since Brock died, this has been a big responsibility for one person."
After finding an open area, with no woods, buildings or other hiding places, Alex stopped and pulled the case from his pack. He walked over to an old tree stump, opened the case and set it down. Chaz followed close behind. Alex keyed the biometric thumb reader and the locks swung open.
"The doctor added my print to the case's biometric database. I'll add yours once I show you what's inside."
He swung open the case, which revealed the first section. It was one of those cases where foam is custom cut to surround the items inside. There was a notebook, writing utensils, a slide rule, and a bunch of laminated tables with chemical properties and mathematical formulas.
"I suppose the good doctor wanted old-school manual backups of everything, just in case," commented Alex.
The case was set up like a binder, where each section swung open to reveal the next. Chaz turned to the second section, which revealed a number of electronic instruments. One device looked like a communication computer, but more sophisticated, with a screen, input slots and a small keyboard. A second device was smaller and sized to be handheld. It had long hollow sections on each side that could hold liquids or other samples. A small screen occupied the middle of the device. There were also a number of media storage units that fit into the communication computer slots.
"This last section is the important one," Alex commented as he flipped past the digital devices.
The last compartment had extra padding, and just three sealed vials. Two of the vials were almost empty, but the last was half full of a hazy gray gas.
"Shit!" snarled Alex as he reached for the two empty vials. "These were all full just a few days ago. Something's wrong here. These held the drug that Fort Knox needs. They need these for comparison testing. Damn! This third one was full too. I don't see any cracking or breaking of the seals. There must be something wrong with the way the doctor stored them. I know he put this together in a hurry when he left the CDC. The vials must not be airtight."
Alex quickly closed up the case. "Colonel, this is important. It needs to get to Fort Knox. My chances are so much better with you. What do you say? Partners?"
Chaz stepped back, and started pacing. Alex watched, while placing the case back into his pack. Chaz came back to Alex.
"What the hell, kid. It would seem I have nothing left to live for these days, so why not. One condition though."
"What's that?" Alex said, smiling.
"Don't ever refer to us as partners. I'm Colonel Chaz Sheperd. Your commanding officer."
"Yes, sir," replied a saluting Alex.
Old Wounds
In spite of Chaz's decision to help Alex get to the fort, Abby and the kids still filled his thoughts. He thought back to when the kids were still little, and how much they meant to him. They were such a big part of his life, not only in the time he spent with them, but the space they occupied in his heart. He remembered during those days thinking how
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