killed. Al Qaeda
right?” Eric added.
“Well something like
that,” Sean answered. “What the people don’t know is that we had four former
SEALs assigned to protect that ambassador, and a contingent of Marine
guards. Now what sort of protestors can take down that kind of muscle?”
“What are you getting
at Chief?” Brad asked.
“Well Sergeant, we now
believe that was a test shot. We think the crowd in Yemen was infected.
They tore through the embassy residence, walked through a wall of gunfire, and
took everything out. The reason CNN showed the smoking rubble the next day and
blamed it on mortars and rockets is because the Marine commander onsite ordered
a C130 gunship to rain fire on his own position. He knew the ambassador
was already dead and he had watched one of his men turn in the three hour
battle. That Marine Captain stopped the spread,” Sean said. He
paused to take another huge gulp of his energy drink. And he explained
what they found.
“We aren’t sure where
it comes from, but we know that Al Qaeda found a way to make a weapon out of
it. The nerds at the CDC call it primalis rabia or primal rage. It
affects the brain, somehow protects it. You can stop the heart. You
can shoot them through the lungs and the brain will still function for
hours. It spreads through blood. A spit in the eye won’t do it, but
get infected fluids into your blood and you’re screwed. Once a victim is
infected, he slips into a coma, and then gets a fever. The heat of the
fever seems to cause irreversible brain damage, then for reasons they can’t
figure out yet, the brain reboots. When the victim wakes up they are
feral.
The longer the person
is infected the harder they are to bring down. Recently infected ones can
still be killed with a shot to the heart. Those infected for over 48
hours, good luck, only extreme trauma to the body seems to bother them.
After 96 hours, the brain is fully protected and nothing will kill them but a
critical brain hit. They move in packs likes wolves, and they will attack
on sight.
The attack in Yemen put
them on our radar. But we still didn’t know how to react until twelve
days ago. A man code named Asim walked into a field office in
Pakistan. He said that there was a major global attack planned by the
Sons of Bin Laden. Asim carried a special ink pen, but instead of ink it
contained the virus. It was a brutal method of transmission. All
you do is stab yourself with the pen, click the button, and bam! You are
infected. In the lab it took anywhere from 2-6 hours for the victims to
reboot. Asim said there were over one hundred pens made and distributed
globally. He only knew the locations of those in his cell and he gave
them up. He was supposed to walk into a crowded mosque in Karachi and
infect himself, then wait for it to take hold. Asim came to us instead.”
“What happened next?”
Brad asked.
Sean continued, “Well,
my team was sent into Teremez. Asim had fingered two members of his cell who
had orders to infect themselves simultaneously on different edges of the
city. One tango at the airport and another tango at a popular park.
We setup and staked out both locations, but things got difficult; things went
wrong. I went with Brooks to the park, we watched for Tango One all
afternoon. We had a good description of him but everyone that day seemed
to look alike. Toward the end of the day, we spotted a suspect and took
him down in a men’s room. We found the pen on him. Tango One didn’t
want to answer our questions. We needed to know how to find Tango Two.
He didn’t want to cooperate so we quickly eliminated him from the
equation and turned our attention to the airport.
The rest of my guys
were set up in the international terminal. They just had too many
suspects. They tried to find people sleeping or in the coma phase, but no
dice. It happened quickly and without warning. In the
right?” Eric added.
“Well something like
that,” Sean answered. “What the people don’t know is that we had four former
SEALs assigned to protect that ambassador, and a contingent of Marine
guards. Now what sort of protestors can take down that kind of muscle?”
“What are you getting
at Chief?” Brad asked.
“Well Sergeant, we now
believe that was a test shot. We think the crowd in Yemen was infected.
They tore through the embassy residence, walked through a wall of gunfire, and
took everything out. The reason CNN showed the smoking rubble the next day and
blamed it on mortars and rockets is because the Marine commander onsite ordered
a C130 gunship to rain fire on his own position. He knew the ambassador
was already dead and he had watched one of his men turn in the three hour
battle. That Marine Captain stopped the spread,” Sean said. He
paused to take another huge gulp of his energy drink. And he explained
what they found.
“We aren’t sure where
it comes from, but we know that Al Qaeda found a way to make a weapon out of
it. The nerds at the CDC call it primalis rabia or primal rage. It
affects the brain, somehow protects it. You can stop the heart. You
can shoot them through the lungs and the brain will still function for
hours. It spreads through blood. A spit in the eye won’t do it, but
get infected fluids into your blood and you’re screwed. Once a victim is
infected, he slips into a coma, and then gets a fever. The heat of the
fever seems to cause irreversible brain damage, then for reasons they can’t
figure out yet, the brain reboots. When the victim wakes up they are
feral.
The longer the person
is infected the harder they are to bring down. Recently infected ones can
still be killed with a shot to the heart. Those infected for over 48
hours, good luck, only extreme trauma to the body seems to bother them.
After 96 hours, the brain is fully protected and nothing will kill them but a
critical brain hit. They move in packs likes wolves, and they will attack
on sight.
The attack in Yemen put
them on our radar. But we still didn’t know how to react until twelve
days ago. A man code named Asim walked into a field office in
Pakistan. He said that there was a major global attack planned by the
Sons of Bin Laden. Asim carried a special ink pen, but instead of ink it
contained the virus. It was a brutal method of transmission. All
you do is stab yourself with the pen, click the button, and bam! You are
infected. In the lab it took anywhere from 2-6 hours for the victims to
reboot. Asim said there were over one hundred pens made and distributed
globally. He only knew the locations of those in his cell and he gave
them up. He was supposed to walk into a crowded mosque in Karachi and
infect himself, then wait for it to take hold. Asim came to us instead.”
“What happened next?”
Brad asked.
Sean continued, “Well,
my team was sent into Teremez. Asim had fingered two members of his cell who
had orders to infect themselves simultaneously on different edges of the
city. One tango at the airport and another tango at a popular park.
We setup and staked out both locations, but things got difficult; things went
wrong. I went with Brooks to the park, we watched for Tango One all
afternoon. We had a good description of him but everyone that day seemed
to look alike. Toward the end of the day, we spotted a suspect and took
him down in a men’s room. We found the pen on him. Tango One didn’t
want to answer our questions. We needed to know how to find Tango Two.
He didn’t want to cooperate so we quickly eliminated him from the
equation and turned our attention to the airport.
The rest of my guys
were set up in the international terminal. They just had too many
suspects. They tried to find people sleeping or in the coma phase, but no
dice. It happened quickly and without warning. In the
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