Prologue
"We're live now. the rumors are true, the outbreak of plague in the pacific is a very real threat.", said the news anchor, in a voice of fear, as if unsure how to break the news, a face that looks to say, 'I'm very sorry.' He leveled his papers by raising them up in a stack, and patting the bottom of the group of papers against the desk. Though if you caught a glance of the papers while they were down, the first one on top he seemed to be reading from was almost blank.
"Japan, the Philippines, China, Australia, the state of California, and Oregon have all reported to have people baring this disease, as covered last week, the symptoms are~" He is interupted, looking to his left, he nods a few times, biting his lip, "Uh-Huh..." He clears his throat, "As I was saying, symptoms are as follows, vomiting, hallucinations, and weakness in leg muscles. Other symptoms may be possible, and the White House advises you seek our a hospital immediately if you experience any sudden, strange symptoms."
The rugged news caster appeared to be in his fourties, sporting hair that ranges from black, to a very light grey, wearing a suit black as a clear night, with a red tie with yellow stripes, between those yellow stripes, yellow lines criss-cross.
"Oh!" He says outloud, in an expression of interest, "It seems the disease has now been named, Eortox. That is spelled E-O-R-T-O-X, for any journalists, or social-networkers." He clears his throat, clearly the joke was in bad taste, and he knew it too. "That is all for this story, we will keep you posted." The screen of the news report darkens, he levels his papers once more into a neat pile, then walks off camera.
THE CURE
In an a large, factory sized room, loaded with shelves full of boxes of what seemed to be chemicals and elements, tools and gadgets, barren of any detail on the floor, walls and rooves, colored a dark grey, stood out a man at a work desk facing the wall, around his desk were several office looking items, from bullitin boards with post-it notes covering it, to a desk covered in books, with a silver colored laptop, the top drawer of the work desk was opened with papers flowing out, an organized mess, a scientist would call it, but this was no ordinary scientist, this was Pentagon disease control Scientist Andrew Dolan, elected for his many achievements in the past, which can not be mentioned without breaching the oath he took, and contracts he signed for non-disclosure, and in disease control, these contracts were taken even more serious then in almost every other military wing in the pentagon.
Andrew Dolan was a thin, tall man, most of his head was bald, his hair was grey, and he had glasses with circular lenses, he wasn't pale, but he also was not tanned, he looks like a nice guy, but now, he simply looks like he is frustrated, his white labcoat squeeky clean. Andrew sighs, his head in his hands, his elbows on his desk. "How?" He demands from himself in a frustrated tone. "Why now?" By that he ment the fact that the previous lead Pentagon disease control scientist, Brian Fisk had just passed away, he was a leader in the field, most even called him the, 'Eistein' of the Pentagon. he died from unknown causes, presumably a bio-weapon test, Andrew thought. But he dared not say it, even mentioning it without being allowed to could result in a great amount of trouble.
Footsteps echo the room, and are heard from the door way, which is at the south side, to Andrews Right, across the long room, if you raised your hand up, you could crush him with your fingers, thats how far away it was. who was it, he wondered, he looked over and saw his assistant, Calvin Hayden, a young, Seventeen year old high school student, well, former high school student, he was gifted, and qualified to be the assistant of the great Andrew Dolan, leader in bio chemical research and disease control at the Pentagon. The boy, unlike Andrew, had a full head of bushy, somewhat curly light brown hair, it wasn't short, it wasn't long, it was also a little greasy, he was pale, and had a bit of a pot belly, but he was by no means fat.
