Gemini

The Last Thing You'd Want To Wake Up To After A Deadly Disease

"Scan through as many photos of 'Murk' as you can. If Murk was on this plane, we need him back here. Now." Photos one by one started showing, until finally, the CIA's computer synnstem recognized Dr Murk. "It's him," said Dr Bose. Dr Bose was leading the search for Dr Murk. "I want a search team in China now!" He turned his attention back to the screen. "Why was he on that flight?" he muttered. "Qinhuangdo. I want all photos taken in the last 7 days in Qinhuangdo scanned for David Miller." A.I. quickly browsed through every photo until it hit a match. "Oh my god. David Miller was on that plane. Get a chase team in Qinhuangdo! I want Miller in my office by next week."

David Miller woke up. He couldn't see anything more than a blur. He knew he had gotten hypoxia. He expected to find himself in a hospital bed. He had heard nurse voices, that gentle voice of a nurse telling someone who may die at any moment that they won't day at any moment. He was that guy. He was in a coma for too long. Enough time for the chase team to get him. He didn't know this, but he wasn't in China. He was in a CIA "holding lot". His vision slowly came into focus. A prison cell. The last thing you'd want to wake up to after experiencing a deadly disease.

Bricks, bars, and a giant, thick metal door was all that was visible. I tiny little light bulb suspended from the ceiling that could neither be turned on nor off was the only light source. It was pitch black outside, and the light that would later wake Dave up in the morning was the only thing that stopped Dave from going insane. Despite the vast majority of people in that building, Dave did not feel hopeless, helpless, and did not get a sense of despair. He felt almost hopeless, helpless and in despair. But he did have one moe hope, help, and the one optomistic thing keeping him alive: Darren Kwadrovski.