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bastard is going to piss
himself.”
Everybody laughed, except Sarah who was trying to comprehend
how this small band of mercenaries could compare themselves to the likes of the
SAS.
Major Stone also remained deadly serious and barked an
order. “Let’s move out, men.”
Sarah tried to speak with her father, but he turned and
marched away before she had chance. Ollie stood beside her instead, smiling
kindly. “Don’t worry,” he said. “I got your back.”
Sarah didn’t reply. She followed after the other men, still
utterly confused by how she’d suddenly been inducted into her absent father’s
private army. Somehow it felt like things were only going to get more
confusing.
9
D r
Hart was still sobbing in Howard’s arms when help finally arrived. It was only
a couple of nurses, but Howard was still glad to see them, for they would be
far more useful in dealing with the situation than he. Did Dr Hart have AIDS
now, or was HIV different? He cursed himself for being so ignorant as not to
know. Dr Krenshaw had a point about the West caring little about maladies which
did not affect them. The public knew more about the top ten pop chart than it
did the top ten deadliest diseases.
“The syringe could have been full of water,” he said
soothingly to Dr Hart, who continued to cling to him desperately. “It was
probably a bluff. A good one because it worked. There didn’t even need to be
anything dangerous inside the syringe for him to make me back off. I’m sure you’re
fine. It’s okay. It’s…” His mouth kept moving but he had idea what words to
say.
Dr Hart tried to get a hold of herself, turning her sobs
into choking shudders. “G-G-G0…go after him.”
Howard took a moment but then understood. He couldn’t help
Dr Hart, but he could sure as hell go after Dr Krenshaw and bring him to
justice. If the syringe had been a bluff, the quickest way to find out would be
to put Krenshaw’s balls in a vice and ask him. He placed the doctor into the
concerned care of the two nurses and clenched his fists. “Dr Krenshaw. Where
did he go?”
“Towards the car park out back,” one of the nurses replied.
“He stopped by the staffroom to grab his briefcase but then went out the fire
exit. You may still catch him.”
Howard took off like a horse out the gates. He spotted a
sign for the staff car park and careened around the corridors towards it. Even
before he made it outside he spotted Krenshaw through the wide glass doors. The
doctor was running for his life but was skinny and unfit, carrying what looked
like a heavy briefcase. He was beating it across the car park, but Howard was
right out the door after him. This time, he had no qualms about pulling out his
gun and firing it. He aimed a round into the air.
Krenshaw froze in his tracks, crouching down and turning
slowly to face Howard. A couple of bystanders leapt for cover behind their
cars.
“Give yourself up, Doctor. Or I’ll be forced to shoot you.”
Krenshaw didn’t look afraid. In fact he seemed amused. In
his free hand he held a small glass cylinder.
Howard stayed where he was but kept his gun levelled. “What
do you have in your hand, Doctor?”
Krenshaw’s lips drew back like a curtain into the delighted
grimace of a corpse. “Just a concoction I whipped up. Weaponised Dengue Fever,
if you must know. Symptoms start with fever, headaches, nausea and vomiting,
before progressing to a rash and fluid in the chest. The beauty of this
particular strain is that it is highly symptomatic. You see, the more typical
strain affects less than one-quarter of infected patients. This will infect
over 90% with the most severe case. I carry it with me everywhere. Call it an
insurance policy. You try to stop me and I smash the phial, which contains a
highly concentrated dose of the disease. It may not cause an epidemic, but it
will, at the very least, infect you and me, and perhaps a few dozen sick
children inside this hospital.”
“Have you not
himself.”
Everybody laughed, except Sarah who was trying to comprehend
how this small band of mercenaries could compare themselves to the likes of the
SAS.
Major Stone also remained deadly serious and barked an
order. “Let’s move out, men.”
Sarah tried to speak with her father, but he turned and
marched away before she had chance. Ollie stood beside her instead, smiling
kindly. “Don’t worry,” he said. “I got your back.”
Sarah didn’t reply. She followed after the other men, still
utterly confused by how she’d suddenly been inducted into her absent father’s
private army. Somehow it felt like things were only going to get more
confusing.
9
D r
Hart was still sobbing in Howard’s arms when help finally arrived. It was only
a couple of nurses, but Howard was still glad to see them, for they would be
far more useful in dealing with the situation than he. Did Dr Hart have AIDS
now, or was HIV different? He cursed himself for being so ignorant as not to
know. Dr Krenshaw had a point about the West caring little about maladies which
did not affect them. The public knew more about the top ten pop chart than it
did the top ten deadliest diseases.
“The syringe could have been full of water,” he said
soothingly to Dr Hart, who continued to cling to him desperately. “It was
probably a bluff. A good one because it worked. There didn’t even need to be
anything dangerous inside the syringe for him to make me back off. I’m sure you’re
fine. It’s okay. It’s…” His mouth kept moving but he had idea what words to
say.
Dr Hart tried to get a hold of herself, turning her sobs
into choking shudders. “G-G-G0…go after him.”
Howard took a moment but then understood. He couldn’t help
Dr Hart, but he could sure as hell go after Dr Krenshaw and bring him to
justice. If the syringe had been a bluff, the quickest way to find out would be
to put Krenshaw’s balls in a vice and ask him. He placed the doctor into the
concerned care of the two nurses and clenched his fists. “Dr Krenshaw. Where
did he go?”
“Towards the car park out back,” one of the nurses replied.
“He stopped by the staffroom to grab his briefcase but then went out the fire
exit. You may still catch him.”
Howard took off like a horse out the gates. He spotted a
sign for the staff car park and careened around the corridors towards it. Even
before he made it outside he spotted Krenshaw through the wide glass doors. The
doctor was running for his life but was skinny and unfit, carrying what looked
like a heavy briefcase. He was beating it across the car park, but Howard was
right out the door after him. This time, he had no qualms about pulling out his
gun and firing it. He aimed a round into the air.
Krenshaw froze in his tracks, crouching down and turning
slowly to face Howard. A couple of bystanders leapt for cover behind their
cars.
“Give yourself up, Doctor. Or I’ll be forced to shoot you.”
Krenshaw didn’t look afraid. In fact he seemed amused. In
his free hand he held a small glass cylinder.
Howard stayed where he was but kept his gun levelled. “What
do you have in your hand, Doctor?”
Krenshaw’s lips drew back like a curtain into the delighted
grimace of a corpse. “Just a concoction I whipped up. Weaponised Dengue Fever,
if you must know. Symptoms start with fever, headaches, nausea and vomiting,
before progressing to a rash and fluid in the chest. The beauty of this
particular strain is that it is highly symptomatic. You see, the more typical
strain affects less than one-quarter of infected patients. This will infect
over 90% with the most severe case. I carry it with me everywhere. Call it an
insurance policy. You try to stop me and I smash the phial, which contains a
highly concentrated dose of the disease. It may not cause an epidemic, but it
will, at the very least, infect you and me, and perhaps a few dozen sick
children inside this hospital.”
“Have you not
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