The Story of Ethan Myhers

Chapter Six

Chapter 6

                The meeting went on for sometime after that, there where a few fights over the key points, but mainly I think for Simmons to enjoy his scotch. After things really did start to move quicker, I had to go down and talk to Simon about what had happened, but there was little we could now.

10 Days later………..

A lot had happened, we had the probe, the exposed field team had arrived, and secured as well as the rest of Simmons military team arriving. The probe had shown little promise of giving insight at all as to what its purpose was or what was to be done with it. However there were more pressing issues at hand. I was running to meet Simmons in my office, with a small brown file clutched in my hand. What was in the file was what our concern was. The exposed team where awake and alert, still kept on quarantine, however they had started to exhibit some rather worry symptoms.

I ran through the control room and into my office, there was a rather tired looking Simmons waiting. After a few days the pressed image had faded the lack of sleep and increase of coffee to replace said sleep has started to show. However not just on him, the sofa in my office and myself had got to know each other very well over the past week. ‘Myhers this better be bloody good, I was about to get a good few hours sleep’ to say he looked displeased would be an altogether large understatement.

‘Yes General, I understand but, well, well I’m just back from the med lab.’

‘Well spit it out for Christ sake’

I handed him the folder, and he started to read it, I plugged a memory pen into the wall display and loaded up the images saved on it.

‘Myhers I am no expert but am I reading this right?’ even he seemed somewhat shocked and for a very good reason.

‘Yes your reading it right, it was subtle at first that’s why we never noticed it until now and the blood tests are back. Everyone who was exposed to the gas of the probe are showing the same symptoms. Test done before leaving on this mission and the results now are alarming. They have increased strength and agility due to exponential growth in muscle mass, even their senses are increase to a super human level. Mr Reynolds wore glasses until two days ago, now can see better and further than anyone I know outside of that room.’ The worst was yet to come.

‘The blood results what do they show?’

‘They show no increase in white blood cells or indeed anti-bodies, however platelet count is up, and blood pressure is down, the blood is carrying more oxygen faster. On a closer look all the organs are working to a much higher level and their skin has become denser, with darker pigmentation of the skin.’ The whole time I was flicking threw images on the screen showing the changes. ‘All of this make me think one question, not what has this gas done to them, but what is it turning them into. I mean they are becoming faster, stronger and better than most trained soldiers now, this seems like an odd thing to happen when the delivery device as the words fall of mankind on it. However there is another issue that has started. After something like this as is standard we have a shrink in to talk to them, at first all seemed well but they are now they are reporting hearing voices whispers every now and then, they all describe it as many voices fight over each other to be heard. They have also been observed at night make clicking noises sometimes only once or twice other times going on for 10 or 15 minutes.’ I stop and awaited the general’s thoughts.

‘Kill them, now.’ He didn’t blink he didn’t flinch. ‘They are danger, and an unknown one at that, them being alive is much too great a risk.’

I stood there speechless staring at him, in all of 12 seconds had made this decision to end the lives of several men.

‘I will do no such think at all, ignoring the fact that these are people with friends and family, do you understand what we have here?’ the naivety in my voice shining through ‘this is biological engineering on a massive scale, we could cure ANY illness with this level of understanding, this is decades ahead of us, there must be another way!?’

After a rather heated debate in which I pleaded with him he finally agreed to keep them alive but on a day by day bases.

The following day I went to speak to Simon, he had been down in the medical wig since this had started, he had called me down as he want to talk to me about something. ‘Ethan can we talk in my office please?’ we walked into his office, a sterile room very functional with no nick nacks family photos or personality. ‘What’s up?’

‘Well I was in the cells today.’

You mean medical wing?’

‘No Ethan after you showed Simmons what is happing down here, they have become cells. I went to take Phillips bloods and the needle it just snapped, I couldn’t pierce his skin, I mean it’s so thick that a needle wouldn’t break threw it!’

‘Ok let’s look into these ourselves for a bit, Simmons will just have them killed for anything and we could learn so much from them. Send the report on this to me only and we can go from there?’

Simon thought for a moment and agreed.