01-12-2003, 22:43
Dr. Peligrad leaned back at his control desk.
"Is everything ready?"
"Yes sir."
"Very well, fill the cylinders."
The technition in the biosafety level 4 laboratory picked up a large 500 mL beaker. He then moved gingerly to a briefcase lined with computer parts, and picked up a small aluminum cylinder, closed on one end with threading on the other, approximately 6 inches long and 1 inch in diameter, and placed it in a holder keeping it upright. Into this he poured the contents of the beaker.
"Now place the charge."
The tech picked up a small metallic cylinder, this one solid, from the briefcase, connected to the computers via a heavily shielded wire. This was threaded on one side, and the tech screwed it onto the larger cylinder. He looked up through the clear plastic enclosure of his suit, nodding at Peligrad, who was observing from his desk above the lab.
"Device ready, Dr. Peligrad."
"Thank you, Mr. Grey. Now seal it." The look on Peligrad's face grew more and more sinister every second. His eyes were twitching furiuosly, and the finite movements of his face grew more and more exagurated *spelling?*.
Grey lowered the top to the leather-bound briefcase, and looked up, as if seeking approval. Peligrad nodded, and the top was closed and locked. Around the edges and seams, Grey poured epoxy and resin, forever sealing the deadly contents of the briefcase.
"Bring it out of there, and clean up, Mr. Grey. Then you are free to go."
Grey picked up the briefcase, and placed in a chute, pressed a button next to it, raising the briefcase out of his sight. He turned to his left to pick up the beaker, but the air-hose to his suit caught on a cabinet that was left ajar, peeling the seal between the plastic suit and the metal hose-nipple.
HISSSSSSS!!!!
Grey's suit depressurized. He turned around, realizing what had happened, then looked up at Peligrad, who was still watching him from above.
"HELP ME!!! PLEASE," he screamed, "YOU HAVE THE SERUM!!! GIVE IT TO ME!!!!"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Grey, it is a matter of national security that no one is given the anti-dote until after the plan is carried out. Until then, I am afraid you will have to die. If you would like to die quickly, there is a pistol being lowered to you now. If you choose not to kill yourself...well...I wouldn't recommend that."
"Dr. Peligrad, here is the case," an MP escorted by two other armed guards and carrying the briefcase, said.
"Thank you. Bring it here." Peligrad took the case from the MP, and placed it in the safe behind a painting behind his desk. "Now we wait"
BANG!!!!!!
"Is everything ready?"
"Yes sir."
"Very well, fill the cylinders."
The technition in the biosafety level 4 laboratory picked up a large 500 mL beaker. He then moved gingerly to a briefcase lined with computer parts, and picked up a small aluminum cylinder, closed on one end with threading on the other, approximately 6 inches long and 1 inch in diameter, and placed it in a holder keeping it upright. Into this he poured the contents of the beaker.
"Now place the charge."
The tech picked up a small metallic cylinder, this one solid, from the briefcase, connected to the computers via a heavily shielded wire. This was threaded on one side, and the tech screwed it onto the larger cylinder. He looked up through the clear plastic enclosure of his suit, nodding at Peligrad, who was observing from his desk above the lab.
"Device ready, Dr. Peligrad."
"Thank you, Mr. Grey. Now seal it." The look on Peligrad's face grew more and more sinister every second. His eyes were twitching furiuosly, and the finite movements of his face grew more and more exagurated *spelling?*.
Grey lowered the top to the leather-bound briefcase, and looked up, as if seeking approval. Peligrad nodded, and the top was closed and locked. Around the edges and seams, Grey poured epoxy and resin, forever sealing the deadly contents of the briefcase.
"Bring it out of there, and clean up, Mr. Grey. Then you are free to go."
Grey picked up the briefcase, and placed in a chute, pressed a button next to it, raising the briefcase out of his sight. He turned to his left to pick up the beaker, but the air-hose to his suit caught on a cabinet that was left ajar, peeling the seal between the plastic suit and the metal hose-nipple.
HISSSSSSS!!!!
Grey's suit depressurized. He turned around, realizing what had happened, then looked up at Peligrad, who was still watching him from above.
"HELP ME!!! PLEASE," he screamed, "YOU HAVE THE SERUM!!! GIVE IT TO ME!!!!"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Grey, it is a matter of national security that no one is given the anti-dote until after the plan is carried out. Until then, I am afraid you will have to die. If you would like to die quickly, there is a pistol being lowered to you now. If you choose not to kill yourself...well...I wouldn't recommend that."
"Dr. Peligrad, here is the case," an MP escorted by two other armed guards and carrying the briefcase, said.
"Thank you. Bring it here." Peligrad took the case from the MP, and placed it in the safe behind a painting behind his desk. "Now we wait"
BANG!!!!!!