Quote: "and the last thing I remember, was the two mens faces of carelessness..."
Carelessness? huh? Doesn't that mean like
Quote: "1.not paying enough attention to what one does: a careless typist.
2.not exact, accurate, or thorough: careless work.
3.done or said heedlessly or negligently; unconsidered: a careless remark."
how about:
I'd been at Phase4 for about a year. They were a bio-pharmaseuticals company producing mass market flu vaccines. Of course, off the record they developed pandemic bio-weapons and engineered socio-control tools...you think AIDs was started by monkies? forget it. That was Phase4, contracted to create a virus that would keep 3rd world contries in poverty forever. Their populations dying in their thousands while their governments payed us millions for ineffective vaccines.
I didn't care about the immorality of the company, or the fact that I probably helped instigate some of the world's most destructive killers. Sars, Aids, Bird Flu, we were there. Making the population sick, and selling them vaccines 2 months later.
I worked in Control. My job was to make sure that the wrong people got the right things at the right time.
July 26th. The day the fit hit the shan.
Carlos Dimitri was my supervisor. He'd gather orders, and find which people needed to get sick and when. Once he had an order, I'd do the leg work, meeting clients, passing over the product, and making sure things got done propperly.
The People's Liberation Army of Sudan or PLAS were supposed to recieve and release a flu epidemic into the Candah region, estimated death toll 15,000. Profit from resale of vaccines $1.2mil. But Carlos screwed up. The PLAS used the virus on a UN peace keeping force, and caused a global news frenzy.
Phase4 needed a fall-guy. Someone who could be blamed as a rogue agent. Someone who could take the blame in the media, and die mysteriously before he could defend his innocence...me.
They played it cool. Sent me home for the day on suspension. When I got back to my appartment, I crashed on the sofa, watching UN soldiers cough up their lungs into the dusty Sudanese soil on CNN live. I remember seeing two men in the reflection of my television screen. I squinted, trying to work out what the hell was going on...
When you're shot in the head, you can lose total synapse functionality in one cortex, while the other continues to function. You get maybe 12 seconds from the soft thumpk of the silencer.
I watched my blood make patterns on the coffee table in front of me.
When you die, you hope that someone will be there, holding your hand, telling you they love you. Telling you you were a great dad, telling you, you were a success.
All I had was some hitman's voice telling Carlos it was done.
