Day 50 (The DMT Series Book 2) by Erik Hamre Page B

doctor’s hand when he left. The doctor’s career would be over in the morning. He would be transferred to a hospital in Alaska or some other Godforsaken place. An inquisitive doctor was always dangerous. If he was so concerned about how his tax money was being spent he might start looking into who the John Doe patient really was, and that could quickly escalate into a dangerous situation. Dr Martin Drecker had officially been dead for years. If someone started to ask questions why a civilian was receiving this VIP treatment, a civilian who officially was already dead, then things could easily get out of control.
    As long as Dr Drecker had a heartbeat they would keep him alive though. Carter smiled. An idea had started to form in his head. It was a dangerous one, but everything was dangerous these days. He would get some of the agents to prepare a report. To take into account everything that could go wrong and provide an estimate of probability for success versus failure. It all usually came down to numbers. You were best off removing emotions from the equation when dealing with the bigger picture items.
    Emotions never led to good decisions.
     
     
     

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    Adam lowered the dinghy into the calm ocean. He was only wearing a pair of sun-bleached boardies. His hair was long and messy, his beard, seven months in the making, had started to get a shade of grey. “I won’t be long, Cam,” he said, before boarding the dinghy. He pushed the bright-coloured dry bag up to the front of the dinghy, and dropped the black garbage bag in the middle. It would probably have been smarter to get rid of the evidence by dumping it in the ocean, but spending time on the water had changed Adam. He had never been a greenie. And who could blame him? When one was a part of the great Uncle Sam’s war machinery one quickly realised that one couldn’t care too much about the environment if one wanted to get the job done, or stay alive for that matter. One made choices to save people, not to minimise one’s carbon footprint. Living on a boat was different though. At home in New York Adam had been carrying out a massive garbage bag from his apartment every second day of the week. Here on the boat he and Cameron probably spent three weeks accumulating the same amount of waste. And that awareness had done something to him; Adam didn’t worry too much about global warming. Most humans couldn’t get the temperature right in their own office so it seemed a bit of a stretch to get it right on Earth. Nevertheless he figured a global warming was a lot better than the alternative anyway; a global cooling with the effect that could have on world peace and the fight for energy and scarce resources. Adam put it down to a much simpler term; global pollution. Humans didn’t have a global warming problem, they had a global pollution problem. If they solved the global pollution problem then everything else, global warming included, would probably solve itself. If people were really serious about thinking about the welfare of the Earth they would have to stop discussing the benefits of electric cars versus petrol cars, and how much carbon dioxide a factory spewed into the atmosphere. If people started to make small changes, if they started to walk to the shop instead of driving, if they started to bring their own bag instead of purchasing a plastic bag at the supermarket, if they started to eat less meat and more vegetables, then all those changes would accumulate to a lot more than all the greenies of the world, jetting around discussing carbon license trading schemes and other taxes, could ever hope to achieve.
    A small wave hit the front of the dinghy and pulled Adam out of his moment of solving world problems. He had started to do that on a more frequent basis lately. There weren’t that many things to do on-board a sailboat, the biggest decision was sometimes to decide what to have for dinner. And as you gradually got used to not making decisions