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shouting Ram’s name as car doors slammed.
“Ram!” someone shouted. “Drop the gun!”
Ram shouted something.
“Get out, get out,” the other man in the backseat said. “Now, now, get out and get away from the van.”
Ivan slid the door open and they quickly piled out as a flurry of gunshots erupted on the other side of the van. Andy held Donny in his arms as he hurried away from the van, running toward the gate. Ivan followed them. Once they were several yards away, they turned around.
Just in time to see the fiery explosion on the second floor.
A bright ball of fire blossomed out of the window and took the window with it, along with a hefty part of the wall. Plaster and wood and glass and more fire exploded into the night and rained down on the ground below.
Halfway through it, Ivan turned his cell phone toward the flames.
Debris rained on several people who came running out of the entrance, shouting and waving at them.
A rumbling sound grew after the explosion had fallen silent, a low, pounding, crashing sound from somewhere in the building.
“Whassat noise, Dad?” Donny asked.
“I’m not sure but I think we should stay back here.”
Still aiming his phone at the building, Ivan said, “I think we should get farther back than that.”
The rumbling grew to a crescendo as, from apparently nowhere, clouds of dust billowed upward, swirling in the wind, some of it rolling toward them.
“Jesus, the building is collapsing!” Ivan shouted as he turned to Andy and his son, throwing an arm around each and pushing them away from hospital and toward the gate. He vaguely noticed that three other cars had just arrived, all sheriff’s department patrol cars.
As the old hospital’s collapse grew louder, dust and smoke and fire billowed outward in all directions.
Everyone in the parking lot turned and ran toward the gate, away from the burning, collapsing building. They gathered there as all the noise died down.
All they saw was a pile of rubble where an empty mental hospital was supposed to be.
Epilogue
“Welcome to this special Red Pill Radio podcast. I’m Ivan Renner.
“What you’re about to hear is a recording of Dr. Fara McManus. She was part of the team working in the old Springmeier Neuropsychiatric Hospital for Vendon Labs. This recording is a confession. In it, she explains what they were really doing at Springmeier. The official story was that they were developing new antibiotics to fight antibiotic resistant infections. That was not true.
“I have given this recording to Jack Bembenek of KIEM News, and it will be picked up by other news outlets, I’m sure.
“Some of the people who died during last night’s hurricane did not die because of the hurricane. They died because of what was done to them by others. When you hear why, I hope you’ll get angry. It’s happened before. And if you don’t get angry and do something about it . . . it probably will happen again.”
Hurricane Quentin had torn its way up the coast through Del Norte County and into Oregon, all the way up through Lane County, past Eugene, before it began to dissipate.
The official death toll had not yet been tallied when news of Ivan’s recording and the story behind it began to spread the next day. The story was picked up by every major news outlet in the country, and soon, in the world.
Two days later, the Humboldt County Sheriff’s Department released a statement expressing suspicion that Deputy Ram von Pohle had somehow contracted the virus created in Springmeier. Sheriff Mitch Kaufman stated that it was the only reason he could imagine for such an upright family man and a sheriff’s deputy of long standing to suddenly murder his wife, his children, and a neighbor, then do the other things he apparently had done.
The day after that, Andy Rodriguez’s attorney held a press conference to announce that the sheriff was mistaken, that Ram von Pohle was a cold-blooded murderer.
The story captured
“Ram!” someone shouted. “Drop the gun!”
Ram shouted something.
“Get out, get out,” the other man in the backseat said. “Now, now, get out and get away from the van.”
Ivan slid the door open and they quickly piled out as a flurry of gunshots erupted on the other side of the van. Andy held Donny in his arms as he hurried away from the van, running toward the gate. Ivan followed them. Once they were several yards away, they turned around.
Just in time to see the fiery explosion on the second floor.
A bright ball of fire blossomed out of the window and took the window with it, along with a hefty part of the wall. Plaster and wood and glass and more fire exploded into the night and rained down on the ground below.
Halfway through it, Ivan turned his cell phone toward the flames.
Debris rained on several people who came running out of the entrance, shouting and waving at them.
A rumbling sound grew after the explosion had fallen silent, a low, pounding, crashing sound from somewhere in the building.
“Whassat noise, Dad?” Donny asked.
“I’m not sure but I think we should stay back here.”
Still aiming his phone at the building, Ivan said, “I think we should get farther back than that.”
The rumbling grew to a crescendo as, from apparently nowhere, clouds of dust billowed upward, swirling in the wind, some of it rolling toward them.
“Jesus, the building is collapsing!” Ivan shouted as he turned to Andy and his son, throwing an arm around each and pushing them away from hospital and toward the gate. He vaguely noticed that three other cars had just arrived, all sheriff’s department patrol cars.
As the old hospital’s collapse grew louder, dust and smoke and fire billowed outward in all directions.
Everyone in the parking lot turned and ran toward the gate, away from the burning, collapsing building. They gathered there as all the noise died down.
All they saw was a pile of rubble where an empty mental hospital was supposed to be.
Epilogue
“Welcome to this special Red Pill Radio podcast. I’m Ivan Renner.
“What you’re about to hear is a recording of Dr. Fara McManus. She was part of the team working in the old Springmeier Neuropsychiatric Hospital for Vendon Labs. This recording is a confession. In it, she explains what they were really doing at Springmeier. The official story was that they were developing new antibiotics to fight antibiotic resistant infections. That was not true.
“I have given this recording to Jack Bembenek of KIEM News, and it will be picked up by other news outlets, I’m sure.
“Some of the people who died during last night’s hurricane did not die because of the hurricane. They died because of what was done to them by others. When you hear why, I hope you’ll get angry. It’s happened before. And if you don’t get angry and do something about it . . . it probably will happen again.”
Hurricane Quentin had torn its way up the coast through Del Norte County and into Oregon, all the way up through Lane County, past Eugene, before it began to dissipate.
The official death toll had not yet been tallied when news of Ivan’s recording and the story behind it began to spread the next day. The story was picked up by every major news outlet in the country, and soon, in the world.
Two days later, the Humboldt County Sheriff’s Department released a statement expressing suspicion that Deputy Ram von Pohle had somehow contracted the virus created in Springmeier. Sheriff Mitch Kaufman stated that it was the only reason he could imagine for such an upright family man and a sheriff’s deputy of long standing to suddenly murder his wife, his children, and a neighbor, then do the other things he apparently had done.
The day after that, Andy Rodriguez’s attorney held a press conference to announce that the sheriff was mistaken, that Ram von Pohle was a cold-blooded murderer.
The story captured
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