The Pathogen
One sick plan
Michael O’Malley sat in the interrogation room smiling. Outside the door there was nothing but chaos, and two dozen cops and agents that wanted a piece of him. By the end of the night he’d either be dead or in jail, but still, he couldn’t stop smiling.
Outside the door a team of people congregated trying to figure out what to do.
Dan Sheridan was the Special Agent sent from the F.B.I. to takeover the case. The local police were mad but once the word terrorism was uttered everyone knew the feds were coming.
Some doctor from the CDC was trying to explain to Sheridan what was happening.
“I’ve called in to the field office. They’re alerting the Bioterrorism Response Team, within a couple of hours they should be in place and be able to help control the outbreak,” the doctor said.
“How long did O’Malley give us?” Sheridan asked one of the cops.
“Four hours, sir.”
“Can they be ready in that time?” Sheridan asked.
“Should be, every fire department and hospital has been…
