It was like a plague erupted, the disease spread like fire. The hunger, the hunting the innocents, something needed to be done. Nox knew something needed to be done, researchers were furiously trying to get the disease under control. With so many infected, it would be nearly an impossible task.
He listened to his cohort of government interns, giving outlandish suggestions. Mass murder, camps, isolation, prisons, evacuations, massive military involvement, letting it burn out. There was opposition for every suggestion, nothing was getting accomplished.
Nox nearly stormed out of every meeting that was held. They usually found him in the research labs arguing with the scientists. His suggestions were just as silly.
“Nox you need to leave, you’re just getting in the way of research.” They shoved him out of the labs.
He went home at night, government housing, fearing an attack. His pistol never left his hand until his door was dead bolted. They would need to take action soon, or it would become a problem for the rest of the world. As it was the other countries refused to acknowledge there was a problem, the american president had laughed himself out of his chair.
That night he decided, there would be no more debate. He marched into the Minister’s office.
“Something needs to be done before our whole country is consumed by this plague.” He met the eyes of the man sitting behind the desk. “I will do something if no one else will.”
“What do you suggest we do?” The Minister’s expression was cold as steel.
“We need to fight them.”
“Are you volunteering?”
“Yes, I will fight them alone if need be.”
The Minister folded his fingers together. “That’s what I like to hear. Assemble a team, you will be in charge of training and getting this outbreak under control. You must do this quietly, we do not want any of this reaching the public, or other governments.”
“It may be too late for that already.” Nox muttered as he walked out the door.
He had an idea for the team, but they would need to agree to join him, He couldn’t risk someone turning him down. There were a select few individuals he trusted to begin with, of those maybe one could be trusted with this task.
He stopped by the research labs, they quickly shooed him out.
“I need to talk to Dr. Solen.” He insisted, “Its urgent.”
She came outside a few minutes later. Her hands on her hips. “What do you want now.”
“I need to know how to kill these monsters.”
“You know I can’t give that information out. We’re working on a cure.”
“You’re working on a vaccine, preventive, not a cure.”
She folded her arms. “Of course we’re working on a cure.”
“Dr. Solen, I really need your help on this.” He pleaded.
“Help with mass murder? I don’t think so.”
“Its preventive, if we can get the infected under control, there might be a chance of curing them before it becomes a global problem.”
She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Nox, you know it already is a global problem. The virus lays dormant for seven days before people start showing symptoms. People have already traveled, and who knows if they were infected.”
“All the more reason to do something.”
She rubbed her forehead, “I know what you mean, I just don’t think its ethical.”
“Do you trust me?”
“About as far as I can throw you.”
He nodded, “Keep me in the loop please.”
“Fine,” She opened the door, “Anything else you want?”
He shook his head a walked away. She would never leave her research, but she would let him know anything they discovered in the labs. He needed some field agents.
Over the next couple days he observed his cohort, determining which of them would be the most trustworthy, combat ready, and loyal. He decided on three, who he was positive would say yes.
His first recruit was a man who had completed more combat missions than anyone, he even had a metal for it. He jumped at the chance to fight the monsters. The second recruit was a little more hesitant, but she agreed. She was the best strategist of the entire office. His final recruit told him yes before he had even finished asking, he was the most loyal friend he had.
He told the Minister about his selections, the Minster was pleased. “You have a lot to do.”