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after we got back from the zoo they
were feeling very tired so I put them to bed. Do you want me to
wake them so you can say good night?"
"No. I'm not feeling all that great. I think
I'll call it a night too." Abby turned to Evette and said, "I think
that's all for the night. Let's meet for breakfast and go over
tomorrow's schedule."
"7:00 AM. Here?"
"That will be good. Good night."
"Good night," Evette said as she turned to
leave. "I'm not feeling all that great so I'm glad we're quitting
early. Maybe we got some bad food somewhere."
"Don't say that too loud or we'll have an
international incident. I hope not, this trip is important. Let's
see what a good night's sleep does for us. See you tomorrow."
"Good night," Evette said as she closed the
door to the First Lady's suite.
"Janice you can also go. I'll be ok, I'm
going to go over my speech for tomorrow and check in on the kids,
then call it a night. Thanks."
"Good night, I'll see you tomorrow."
Abby felt miserable while she tried to get
something done. The evening dragged on and at 9:15 local she had
enough. I quit, she thought to herself. She walked across the
living room and checked in on Beth. She seemed Ok although her
breathing sounded a little too deep, "Maybe she is just bone
tired," she said to herself as she crossed the hall to check on
David. She found the same response and thought, boy jet lag is
really hitting all of us, time for bed.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Admiral Lester Monson was sound asleep in
his quarters when his comm unit woke him. Reacting partly due to
shock and instinct, he found the unit and accepted the call.
"This is Monson."
The voice of his chief medical officer broke
the silence, "Sir, this is Commander Pearl. I thought you'd want to
know that 40% of the crewmen due for the morning shift have turned
up sick at first bell."
The Admiral glanced at his watch, he worked
to focus on the face and it showed 04:40 AM.
"40 %?"
"Yes, sir. They're showing similar
respiratory distress and none of them are fit for duty. Sir, the
symptoms are similar to what popped up in the Russian Caucasus
yesterday."
The admiral sat for a moment processing the
thought. Then his eyes exploded open. "Say that again Commander
Pearl."
"Sir, they are showing the same symptoms as
the virus that is occurring in the Russian Caucasus." By the time,
the commander had finished the sentence the admiral was already
moving and getting dressed. "Commander meet me on the flag bridge
in five."
"Yes, sir."
The hatch almost broke off its hinges when
the Admiral exploded into the flag bridge. Commander Pearl and
Captain Mann were standing there waiting for him.
"Commander, what's happening?"
"Sir, I've spoken with each of the
infirmaries in the Task Force and they're all reporting similar
results. Large numbers of sailors are reporting for morning call
sick and unfit for duty. What we're seeing are symptoms very
similar to what we heard about happening in the Russian Caucuses.
They're showing respiratory distress and their condition is
deteriorating rapidly."
"All of them?"
"Yes, sir."
The admiral turned away and walked in a
circle for a moment, then yelled, "Mann, lock down the fleet. We're
going into Biohazard operation."
Captain Mann, snapped to attention and, even
though, his eyes were big he said, "Yes, sir." He rushed to the
comm panel and transmitted to the entire task force, "Task Force
50, Task Force 50. This is an immediate change in operational
tasking. Execute Biohazard attack procedures immediately. I repeat
Execute Biohazard procedures immediately." Alarms throughout the
fleet sounded and lock-down began.
All crewmembers hurried to their bio lockers
and were issued protective clothing after the announcements were
spread among the task force. From then on they would conduct their
daily duties wearing protective suits. Hatches remained closed and
air filters would be serviced more often and tested for
contaminates.
"Commander Mann, check with our home
were feeling very tired so I put them to bed. Do you want me to
wake them so you can say good night?"
"No. I'm not feeling all that great. I think
I'll call it a night too." Abby turned to Evette and said, "I think
that's all for the night. Let's meet for breakfast and go over
tomorrow's schedule."
"7:00 AM. Here?"
"That will be good. Good night."
"Good night," Evette said as she turned to
leave. "I'm not feeling all that great so I'm glad we're quitting
early. Maybe we got some bad food somewhere."
"Don't say that too loud or we'll have an
international incident. I hope not, this trip is important. Let's
see what a good night's sleep does for us. See you tomorrow."
"Good night," Evette said as she closed the
door to the First Lady's suite.
"Janice you can also go. I'll be ok, I'm
going to go over my speech for tomorrow and check in on the kids,
then call it a night. Thanks."
"Good night, I'll see you tomorrow."
Abby felt miserable while she tried to get
something done. The evening dragged on and at 9:15 local she had
enough. I quit, she thought to herself. She walked across the
living room and checked in on Beth. She seemed Ok although her
breathing sounded a little too deep, "Maybe she is just bone
tired," she said to herself as she crossed the hall to check on
David. She found the same response and thought, boy jet lag is
really hitting all of us, time for bed.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Admiral Lester Monson was sound asleep in
his quarters when his comm unit woke him. Reacting partly due to
shock and instinct, he found the unit and accepted the call.
"This is Monson."
The voice of his chief medical officer broke
the silence, "Sir, this is Commander Pearl. I thought you'd want to
know that 40% of the crewmen due for the morning shift have turned
up sick at first bell."
The Admiral glanced at his watch, he worked
to focus on the face and it showed 04:40 AM.
"40 %?"
"Yes, sir. They're showing similar
respiratory distress and none of them are fit for duty. Sir, the
symptoms are similar to what popped up in the Russian Caucasus
yesterday."
The admiral sat for a moment processing the
thought. Then his eyes exploded open. "Say that again Commander
Pearl."
"Sir, they are showing the same symptoms as
the virus that is occurring in the Russian Caucasus." By the time,
the commander had finished the sentence the admiral was already
moving and getting dressed. "Commander meet me on the flag bridge
in five."
"Yes, sir."
The hatch almost broke off its hinges when
the Admiral exploded into the flag bridge. Commander Pearl and
Captain Mann were standing there waiting for him.
"Commander, what's happening?"
"Sir, I've spoken with each of the
infirmaries in the Task Force and they're all reporting similar
results. Large numbers of sailors are reporting for morning call
sick and unfit for duty. What we're seeing are symptoms very
similar to what we heard about happening in the Russian Caucuses.
They're showing respiratory distress and their condition is
deteriorating rapidly."
"All of them?"
"Yes, sir."
The admiral turned away and walked in a
circle for a moment, then yelled, "Mann, lock down the fleet. We're
going into Biohazard operation."
Captain Mann, snapped to attention and, even
though, his eyes were big he said, "Yes, sir." He rushed to the
comm panel and transmitted to the entire task force, "Task Force
50, Task Force 50. This is an immediate change in operational
tasking. Execute Biohazard attack procedures immediately. I repeat
Execute Biohazard procedures immediately." Alarms throughout the
fleet sounded and lock-down began.
All crewmembers hurried to their bio lockers
and were issued protective clothing after the announcements were
spread among the task force. From then on they would conduct their
daily duties wearing protective suits. Hatches remained closed and
air filters would be serviced more often and tested for
contaminates.
"Commander Mann, check with our home
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