Woodvale, UK

Walter had camera's in his office, each surveying a room with a test subject. "Mein gott, take a shit faster old man!" He had been waiting for Mr. Jefferson to come back into view for an hour. Granted, it wasn't above him to bug the bathroom with a camera too, but he wasn't interested in watching a guy's hairy bum. In a fit of anger, he wrote down prolonged constipation with a question mark on his pad. Reaching for his bottle of Irish cream, he mixed it with a iced glass of Jameson.

"Gutan tag, KT. Back to ask me on a date? Schedule's full, especially with that intern." He poured out a shot of Jameson for her, half expecting she wouldn't drink it.

KT raised her eye brow for a moment then gladly to the drink Walter offered her. ''Thanks Sir.'' She then took a sip to test if she liked it or not then gulped it down with a refreshing sigh then placed the glass on the desk next to Walter. ''Nice stuff Walter, seems cheap though since the kick is more of a poke.'' She smiled then looked into the screen. ''So, How is the subject?'' She then noticed the screen in the bathroom. ''Bugged the bathroom again? sometimes I wonder if you are parnioded when you do that. Something on your mind?'' She then leaned against a wall. She and Walter has been working together for quite some time, sometimes he would show her how to do things, scientific things that is, since she was so fasinated with it all. You could say she was learning on the job.

With a sip of his delightful mixture, the scientist left the drink on the table. He daydreamed for a moment about the lovely things he was going to do once this project was on the road. "Ack, he's been in zhe bazhroom forever! I refuse to turn on his camera..." In his frustration, he gained his accent, but calmed himself by running his hand through his hair. Turning to her, he became to rattle off the test results and how they are prevalent. "...The mice and rats didn't show any negative symptoms until 24 hours passed, so the agent is working faster.. fascinating." He shook his head. "I'm getting ahead of myself, this ass could just be having indigestion from the fat ass pizzas he's been eating."

He stood up from his post, motioning KT to follow him. "We're going to check on him, would you mind?"

Frank finally finished. He had eaten one too many hoagies the night before, with one too many slices of cheese melted. Ah well. He exited the bathroom and went into the "living" room and hit the vo-comm button.

"Orderly?" He asked into the microphone. "I need some fresh air. You know, smoke a stogie, that kinda thing."

"Sure, sir." The intern said, not really paying attention. "Just be back in five minutes. You know how it is. Don't move further than 10 feet from the building."

"Yeah, yeah, sugartits. I'll be back faster than you can use the loo." He smiled. Frank always admired how clever he was.

With a fast walk to the outside, he had one of his too expensive cuban cigars in his mouth. He smoked for three minutes before dashing out of sight and getting into his car. It might have been a stupid idea, but he left a spare key inside a hidden pocket on the seat - just for this kind of occasion where someone else has his keys.

He was out of the parking lot and at his own house for just a second. He wheezed as he got to the top of the stairs, and got his medication, not stopping to take it. He could do that when he got back, he decided, because he was going to be in deep shit no matter what he did. Oh god, oh god this is one big clusterfuck.....

On his way down the stairs again, he ran into the old eastern European cleaning lady for his neighbor, letting herself out. She was a good three inches taller than him and wasn't shy in the slightest.

"Frank, I thought you was on vacation in Bermuda?" Nadia asked. "If I were you, I wouldn't waste my vacation at home. You will worry everyone if you are home. Chester is not at home, perhaps you'd like a drink? He would not mind, the rich bastard."

Oh motherfucking shit. Nadya is hitting on me again.

"Nadya, no, I'm in a hurry." Frank was getting annoyed. Of all the goddamn times he could run into the old woman it was now. He tried to brush past her

"Nonsense, Frank. You always have time for a drink. Zat is what you would tell me." She winked, not getting the point, as she went to block him.

"No!" Frank grunted, red hot anger creeping up his neck.

"Well then, a kiss for the road? You can do that at least." She leaned in towards him and all she could feel next was a sharp bite on the lip, drawing blood. As she fell back, shocked, and scared, Frank left like a bat out of hell.

"Oi..... zat man needs keesing lessons." Nadya said to herself meekly. "A fiery old british fellow."

As Frank drove in a mad panic back to the Lab, he could feel his blood pressure raising even more. What the hell was happening to him? As he pulled into the Lab parking lot, he checked his cell phone, which he had turned off until now. He had been gone 20 minutes. No doubt they'd have security all over him when he got back, but at least he had his medication and wouldn't die or lose the forty grand. Everything was alright. He'd treat Nadya to a spa or something when he got the money as a peace offering. He didn't dislike the woman, he just didn't want to be friends with benefits. She was older, bigger, and all in all a bit scary.

Frank got out of the car, door slamming wetly in the evening rain. He crossed his fingers and hoped luck would be on his side again.

The scientist entered the hotel room, knowing that she had his back if there was something wrong. This guy could exhibit rage like the mice did. "Mr. Jefferson? Herr Jefferson, this isn't hide and seek. Come out here, we didn't see you and thought something was wrong." He scanned the room, seeing nothing odd about the bed or kitchen. He buzzed the nurse who let them in. "Excuse me, but why isn't Mr. Jefferson in his room?" Hearing the answer, he started swearing in German fervently. "KT, have your partners scan the facility and it's surroundings, ve have a missing patient. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. Vhy me?!" He ran out the room, looking around the halls for something, anything to prove the research hadn't left the building.

When he reached the lobby of the facility, he saw the man coming in. "I vill fucking kill you, vhere did you go?!" He had the man by the shirt, grabbing tightly.

Frank tried to remain calm as he was grabbed by the scientist.

"I had to smoke a cigar, that's all. I got a bit antsy so I walked around the building a couple times. Not my fault you have lazy security, right? If I walk around, it helps my circulation. I have diabetes and it helps keep the blood pumping. Speaking of, I need to take my insulin...... couldja let me go?" Frank's mind was racing everywhere at once. Did he make sense? He sounded like he made sense.

He was fine. Smooth talkin' Frank totally smooth talked his way out of another sticky situation.


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Mikhos did a quick U Turn in a parking lot, turning around and heading back from the edge of town towards Downtown. It was Saturday evening and the highschoolers would no doubt be testing their limits around the mall zone. "Hey guys, let's go 40 miles over the speed limit in a parking lot! That's what cool kids do!"

Mikhos smirked. It was only several years ago he was doing the same thing, though. He turned on his car stereo and tuned into some ska, something upbeat to keep the worst night of the week from getting on his nerves.

Few could tell the 2011 Mitsubishi Lancer was converted into a police car. It wasn't a standard vehicle, and the detective didn't mind. He was probably the last guy you'd expect to be a cop. It even surprised himself when all of a sudden he had enrolled himself into the police academy.

KT sighed, she had been observing Frank's behaviour and movemnet patterns for some times now, there was nothing to worry about, she knew where he was. She then ran after Walter. As she caught up to him she grabbed his arms gentially and queezed, it made him spasm without harm and made him release Frank, it was his pressure point everyone had one, even her. In her past she was a Surgeon so she knew the body from skin to bone. ''Sorry Walter but he needs to be in perfect condition, has you say.'' She said looking at him then looked to Frank with a smile. ''Hello Frank, my name is KT. I am one of the best security guards. I am sorry about my friend here, He is the scientist observing you, as well as me. He is abit paraniod at times, even though he won't admit it.'' She laughed alittle then spoke again. ''Kindly come back with me please'' She then saw him. He looked somewhat confused and his eyes dialated. She gentially placed her hand on his shoulder. She was never ruff with people, you could say that was a good trait to have in this line of work. ''Are you, feeling alright Frank? If not, tell me the symptoms, I am an ex Surgeon so I can help you.'' She smiled. For her medical know how she had a higher pay than the others guards, they respected her of this as they were quite old fashioned with veiws of women working. So she did not have it easy at first in the job, she had to work hard to get the respect she had earned. She then looked to Walter. ''Look Walter, His eyes are dialated....Is this normal, I mean in the mice? If it is then we need to get him inside and pump insulin into his body, fast.'' She said seriously.

Sam hated having his garage just across the road from that damned Immortal Medical facility. The place never failed to give him the creeps, and he swore sometimes when he worked late nights he could hear faint screams coming from the buildings. Still, it had been the only plot that he could afford big enough for his business. There were currently two cars parked in the garage: a Ford Focus and a BMW M5. He knew which one he'd rather own. And which one he was going to spend more time working on so as to milk as much money out of it as possible. It was nothing personal, just that the owner was rich, and happened to work across the road in the lab he loathed so much.

He took a moment to look out of the one open garage door as a car speeded in through the entrance to the compound. There was definitely something big going on over there. You could feel it in the air. And see it in all the increased security around the building. He just hoped it wasn't going to ruin his day, particularly if the rabid media began to congregate, which would inevitably bring protesters, and that, in turn, would probably see some damage to his property, as it had last time. Whatever they were doing there, he hoped it was worth the potential trouble.

With a sigh he turned back to the Ford, dropped onto his trolley and rolled underneath it. A hand reached out from under the car, patted around a bit, and then grabbed hold of a large wrench. There ensued a lot of loud clanging, and then something fell to the floor and Sam cursed. The bloody exhaust had fallen off, this was going to be a bigger job than he'd first thought. Maybe there was some money in it after all...

Having her squeeze his pressure point did little to convince him to put the man down. His words were slurred and confused as if the symptoms were setting in. "You're lucky my boss vould shitcan me." he set the man down, looking away to let KT deal with the situation. This was odd, it could be his insulin levels like he slurred, but this was more something he observed in the rat model. He feared the worst as the man started to groan and drone lifelessly.

It reached out, open mouthed to take a bite out of the guard. Walter threw the weight of his body into whatever Jefferson had become, slamming into his midsection. He felt teeth jutting into his lab coat, but they didn't piece the cloth. It fell to the ground, and Walter stuck a foot on Jefferson's neck. "I think he's exhibiting the same rage features as the mice, one vas found eating it's companions..." He was shocked enough to gain his accent again, ordering KT to cuff the man and bring him to observation. "Make sure he doesn't come into contact vith anyvone until ve know vhat's wrong." He was already in shock, taking a swing of a flask from his pocket.

KT was shocked as the man tried to somewhat bite her. Lucky Walter knocked him to the floor. She stared at Frank for a moment. In her medical knowelege Frank was showing some symptoms of Radies but it was rare in humans as even Vets knew. But for Frank to go and bite her was extremely strange. She then nodded as Walter and cuffed the man. For safety she ripped part of Frank's clothing and wrapped it arouind his mouth, After he tried to bite her she didn't want him trying it with others. Never know, he could do it. She then lifted Frank from the floor ruffy but not to harm him, She didn't want him getting angry again. She then looked to Walter in consern. ''Walter....Why is he showing signs of rabies?'' She waited there for a answer.

Watching her work, he almost got pissed. "Vhat'd doing, bring him to the quarantine!" He picked man up, pushing him forward. Looking at her, he apologized for snapping. "Look, I don't know vhy. The mice shown the mice shown the same traits. We thought we had gotten rid of the rage..." He scanned his mind, trying to remember all the details. "Those who exhibited rage also lashed out at their fellow rodents. One was eating the other's brain. We calmed the serum with a cocktail of drugs. How could the sample adapt to the drugs in so little time, this never should-" Walter took his flask out, nervous that something was eluding him. He ran down the halls after his swing, a panic attack sending him out the front door. Some of the guards grabbed him, putting him into submission to prevent him from leaving. "What is wrong with you, mate? You're bloody loony."

She smiled at Walter. ''It is okay, I understand the stress of the job.'' She then saw Walter run, like he was panicing and she ran after him. Then she saw the other guards amd she frowned. ''Release him! Now!'' They done what they were told. Then one spoke. ''Sorry KT, but he was running like a crazed loony....'' They all went back to there posts. KT then could Walter up and hugged him and gentailly stroked his back to calm him. ''Come on now. What is the matter?'' She then released him and smiled at him. ''Look smarty pants. Lets go back and see what is up with Frank. I can't do it without you.'' She smiled at him waiting for a reply.

 

As KT heard her radio she hissed as she clutched her fist. ''Sorry, Walter....I got to go. Seems Frank had went nuts and took a chunk out of the Intern...'' She then ran back to where Frank's signature on her tech strapped on her arm was. As she got there and pushed to the front and got her dual SMGs out. She then shot Frank in the head then holstiered her guns. ''Sorry Frank...'' She said quietly. She then turned to the other officers frowning. She was not happy. ''What were you doing?! Watching to see what happened?! Jeez!'' She then turned to the Female intern. She was showing the same symptoms as Frank just faster, Dialated eyes, greyish skin...and lets not forget she would of died from that bite...KT then took her guns out again. But just of safety. ''Hey, Kid...You okay?'' She asked as she got slightly closer. She was trying to cuff her to study her more.

KT then heard her radio go and picked it up, she stepped away from the Intern. ''What is it?'' She said in a tone that meant she was not in a good mood at all. The radio buzzed. ''KT, your science buddy is uh.....at the police station....'' Then the radio stopped buzzing. KT sighed and kicked the nearest thing. ''Boys, cuff her....I got something to do.'' She then slid through the other guards and exited the facility. She got into her car and drove to the police. As soon as she got into the police station, a policeman welcomed her. ''Hi, You must be KT. He has been moaning about you.....saying he whats you. Plus a said you had red hair. So yeah.'' The policeman said as he scratched his head. KT nodded and kicked the floor gentally. ''What did he do?'' She asked politly. Then the policeman popped his head up and spoke. ''Over the limit and driving...he also was speeding and crashed his car....but don't worry he was uh, cleaned up.'' He said grining sheepishly. KT then got worried but reframed her emotion. ''Take me to him.'' She said bluntly and then the policeman nodded and took her to him. She placed her hands on the bars of the cell. ''Are you okay?'' She asked Walter with a faint smile.