Seven Days Ago...
On a not so remote and isolated land, there lies a military base. The base itself speaks volumes. It is one of the many bases to ever exist in the country. The second main hub, and far most crucial military base for engagement and development. It even houses some of the latest technologies known to man - few only released to the public.
As a military base put in the center of the country's art of duty, it is currently operating at a large-scale. Usually, the base was supposed to run smooth sails during operating hours, but because it overcame with unintended circumstances all of a sudden, the base at the feat it is going - it is running wildly - at phase nonstop like a steampunk train, no brakes attached.
From every angle, it can be perfectly seen and heard: the planes landing; the sound of troops marching in true soldier formation; different contraptions of an ordered size treading on the road either used or stationed nearby; and the tireless officers and staffs working double time inside, but mostly outside where preparations are made due ready for an incoming transport that will highlight the grave matter the base had to be in a panic to be all neat and gritty.
While occupied by an endless pile of work coming in and out, a certain individual wears a green decorated uniform, medals pinned on his chest and officer hat. The unnamed officer charges towards a hallway accompanied by his trusted assistant walking beside listening in on him.
"Well, do you have any updates," the officer said.
Not prepared to update the officer on the subject at hand, the assistant regardless of questions, replied with an honest taste of courage and worry, "Yes sir, the private company's transport should be arriving soon as well as a few of their associates to begin a brief overview," the assistant nodded and offered the officer thin papers of gathered information.
"Hmm," the officer scoffed.
"This is it."
"Yes, all of it."
The assistant wasn't to sure to make meaning of the Officer's reaction.
The assistant felt as if he was in the wrong.
"It's fine," the high ranking officer said, "The trouble having to deal with this situation at best is just.....unreal."
The assistant was at shock. He was speechless.
Normally, the high-ranking officer was always stern with his authority - not flinching or squandering. He placed himself in the center. As a person of a degree of power bested in him, he plays a pivotal role. A role that has no time for lame excuses - even his emotions. And to see him, at the current moment, is beneath that.
Nevertheless, it would seem, the officer regained full control of his loose composure. He stood tall again, adding on.
"It was inevitable. The fact that we have to deal with this problem is beyond anyone's comprehension, even my own. People shoved into disarray. Beating, eating, turning. What could we possibly accomplish. Alas. If it weren't for the company's intervention it could've gotten worse. All that we have left is hope and faith. Hope that we survive, and faith that during a day we will not forget, people are still morally compliant."
To hear his words, the assistant felt rejuvenated. An attempt of bravery and, lust full of fighting power.
"Come on, the transport should be arriving," with a final signal to the assistant, they walked together.
"Oh, yeah."
~~~~~~
In the sky, a figure casts a shadow on the surface that blinds people stationed on the surface. It with it's big like shape made it stand out, and before long, an alarm from the one of towers sounded.
The entity then took form, spreading it's wings for all to see. Underneath it's belly and head, revealed three compartments that opened. From there, large wheels retracted. The metal bird was then about to land. The head of the bird controlling it steadily as possible. Amidst the landing ground, the bird landed safely, the brakes screeching down the impact on the long strip way.
"Finally, it's here," a man in green uniform said, "Hey Wilham, you should see this."
Hiding between two large poly-containers, a man in orange and white was uploading a few bunch of stamped boxes. He stopped in his tracks to turn to the caller and understand what he was exactly called for.
"What is it?" He then lazily asked.
The guy didn't get an answer instead he saw the caller look on a linear direction on a path leading to the airstrip. Wilham spotted what the uniform man looked at. It was the arrival of a long awaited transport - and it landed on ground safely. He groaned.
"So there really here."
~~~~~~
Moments after the cargo plane's arrival, the plane's body had a dramatically enhanced built - a built for carrying heavy duty supplies. At the back of it's belly, the cargo was unloaded. This was when the rear ramp lowered revealing the contents inside and was handed out by multiple guy's in uniform as well as military personnel. It required lifts for a smooth working space. It also housed the associates of the contents that will do a briefing belonging to the same private company that is in service, and the one at fault - The Revert Corporation.
"Sir, what do you think," the assistant asked.
"Well, isn't it obvious, we greet them and get this over with,.....and yeah, besides that whole case surrounding that leaked information let's keep that to a minimum. Don't want our guests to feel unwelcome, do we," the military officer said.
The assistant also felt the same way but at the same time couldn't match what the military officer in front of him was feeling all about this meeting. Instead, he followed through.
"Understood."
The two man then walked away from the shadows and where met with the light from the outside. They walked. They walked to greet the convoy and their supplies.
As they approached the convoy, they were met with stares from every angle, most predominantly having all the military personnel who were on site freeze like a statue and inject their attention as if they knew what they saw was meant to be known for.
The military officer saw this. He saw that all personnel froze before him. He kept walking, raised his hand and waved.
"At ease soldiers, as you were."
The military officer and his companion who followed from behind then resumed their walk. It was this that all military staff felt relieved.
Then it was time, the military officer was within site of the five associates from the main company.
One man from the five noticed him fast approaching, and he was the first to react and take the front ahead of the rest of the four. This person was the leader. The one who will be overseeing there stay and their briefing allowing with the other four to conduct operation.
There and behold, the two man met.
The military officer forwarded his arm in for a handshake, "I see you have made it at last," in return, the leader of the five took his handshake and gripped it with welcome.
"Thank you Commander, it is a pleasure for us to be meeting again," the man greatly said.
"Oh and ah if you don't mind, this are my associates," he added sliding to his left and introducing the other members who were on he trip.
The man went on to name each of them and their fields while also allowing themselves to formally greet the commander as they went through. It included two males and two females.
"Alright, if this is it, then we should head off."
"Lead the way," the commander said.
The commander and his assistant followed the team leader as well as the members of the group. It was the group leader that was leading the people forward. It was there at a certain area - in the landing ground - they set up camp. From everything that was on-board the cargo plane they set it up there.
However, the camp they set up wasn't as big as it was meant to be. For the time being it will do.
It consisted of multiple smaller tents as well as a bigger one acting as the main hub for the housing the essential equipment that are most vital. On the offshore, the bigger tent is also the meet room, and the smaller tents do play a part for hosting the duty of serving the patients, for medical reasons, and lesser equipment such as hand gloves, masks, and body protection clothing.
"As you can see, everything is ready, all we need now is for confirmation," the group leader said.
"Alright let's head on then," the commander agreed.
Before a full announcement could be heard, the group leader will have to do a demonstration before having all personnel injected. And it was in the bigger tent - they went in - that one man from the outside was forced to volunteer for the demonstration. The man himself didn't matter to the people around whether he get killed or not, better yet, it will be a service the man will be doing for the country. To serve one final sentence, even if he didn't do well in his previous home behind bars.
How the process was going is simple. First the volunteer will be injected the virus, and then second injected the cure. Sounds easy right? Of course, there is the possibility of failure. A failure which will mean the ultimate failure of both people: the company and the country. Although some of them don't seem to show signs of fear and hesitation, even if the probability rate is a 50/50 chance, they are regardless wanting to proceed since it was them - their own failures that led here - and after countless research has been conducted more than a decade, it is sufficient to say that the group are more righteous and willing to risk it all - that the cure must work.
Now it is ready to go.
The volunteer is strapped on a chair, his arms and legs held tight with ropes tied around the chair as if it is like watching a criminal being executed live. The person's mouth and eyes were also sealed tight; no light able to permeate through the material to his eyes and no noise coming out of his mouth. Rather unfortunate, the way he'll be going is unknown. Maybe he'll die quickly, or the other way around, and serve a more painful tolerance for the crime he committed.
On both hands, a female representative of the group, or more yet, a doctor was holding the injection tube filled with the virus. It is only a matter of a time before the she injects the volunteer. Although hesitant, it took some time for her to really get in with demonstration. To be fair, amongst all her colleagues, she was by far the only who didn't like the idea of testing chemicals on live humans, even the one that was right in front of her.
Next to the doctor, a male representative also stood by for support. The doctor got closer to him, and mumbled, "I can't do this."
The male support who received her words was stunned. It wasn't like this for her to be acting like this, and he knew that.
"What are you talking about?" The male support whispered and asked. The male support wanted to know exactly why. Why was she acting the way she is now? At the lab, she had no remorse for number of test subjects she killed (a net worthy of 50,0000 rats).
The doctor then added, still keeping her voice to a minimum, "Look, I've never done this before. This is just upsurd!" She tried to rationalize her words to fit the mood.
"Calm down okay - better be it or never," the male support assured.
Still not relieved, the two of them were stuck. And it was like a game of chess, never knowing what the other player will do next. Right now, she had to do something, because she was just going to prolong the time, if it didn't slide.
And while the two were talking to each other, it was obvious to spot out the difference among them. And it was commander who heard everything with he's fine sense of hearing, on the other hand for everyone who were waiting, they thought that they needed time to prepare. But the commander wasn't buying it. If this were to continue then it will just waste every-bodies time and effort. So he stepped forward and spoke clearly.
"If you don't mind, I'd like this demonstration to hurry up, time is dwindling the more you two take to start," the commander said with authority, a deep and old rugged voice.
The male support and female doctor were at loss for words. They were surprised even. They froze like a popsicle stand. Even made them a little embarrassed.
The commander then went on to convince them to proceed with the process, so that they feel as if they are not the ones at wrong here - especially the doctor, who seems to favour human life than that of her own job.
"This man right here strapped on the chair is doing this country a favour, and although you might think that desperate times call for desperate measure taking human lives for granted. You are surely mistaken."
The commander walked two steps, and elaborated with an envelope on his hand reading it out loud.
"Ellie Henderson counted for double robbery, car hijack, Illegal substance usage, denial of arrest, and a high speed chase, he is also recorded to be in contact with the anonymous group called the liberators and was arrested for the murder of young Alexander Rennal. Judged by the highest degree in court he is sentence to life in prison without parole."
"He is one of many locked up in the most secured facility, where no men or women can escape. So it is in no consideration a help to accept a release for this man. The only way is this - right here and right now," with that the commander lastly spoke, "You may continue."
It was then the doctor turned around, and was about to begin the demonstration, that was not until her male support stopped her just amid her continuation. Once she acted as if she didn't want to do the demonstration, but clearly, the commander interrupted causing her to split thought and decide right away. That is just unnatural.
"What are doing?" He asked disappointed.
In return, the female doctor casually replied without any issue, "What is wrong?" She then stated her obviously change of heart, "Since the volunteer is a criminal, can't argue with that can we."
When the assistant heard this words, he had thought that it wasn't real; that maybe he misheard it. Unfortunately for him, the male assistant, he was not dreaming at all. He heard it right. And heard it he did as the Doctor proceeded into the first injection.
She said aloud for the waiting audience to hear her, "Going for first Injection is ready."
She looked at the arm of the volunteer and injected it right away. Followed by the people behind her, watching the whole thing go through. Some had mixture thoughts; some not even bothered by the demonstration.
Out of all the people that were present to see the demonstration unfold was one person in particular that found the act heinous - the commander's assistant - finding it deplorable and disdainful. He asked the commander as he stood beside him - and him in front of the demonstration he could only stare.
"Is this really necessary?"
"Do you have a better idea?"
"No."
"Thanks to the government's approval was it accepted we start testing the drug on this low lives. If no so, how are we to trust the drug works."
"..."
While the volunteer got injected, it was not long before the volunteer began to experience side effects of the virus.
Thirty seconds in, the volunteer had begun to convulse profusely, his body shaking uncontrollably as he was still tightly strapped to the chair; his veins bulging out his arms and a nagging clenched of set of fists. The volunteer in question not heard entirely well - covered by thick material - he screams unthinkingly.
Before prolonging the exposure, the doctor was certain, and willing to inject the cure next but then she was halted in he tracks.
"Wait!" The commander announced, "Don't do it yet, I want to see the full extent on of the transformation then inject it later."
The doctor didn't want to listen to this, and although she was the one that injected the guy at first, she now regrets the decision. This is coincidence with her assistant baffled for words, but anyways serves to extend his hand in her stead.
"Sir, with due respect, the man might not make it."
The commander then replied, "Then let it be, if he dies, there's the reason for another volunteer," he deemed cold-heartedly, "...and for this I want to know how far the cure can really go. I want to know if the cure is a viable option for already turned victims instead of giving them a gun to the head."
Just the commander's explanation made the crowd go awestruck - swept away and wanting to continue the transformation. The commander's explanation seemingly resonating with everyone who attended.
Although it is a harmless idea, the backside of that is treacherous.
The doctor and her assistant are well experienced in their own fields and are well verse in their control over what they do. That includes what they have been up to back in the labs, studying and running tests. And what they found is in no regards a more damaging consequence. Two probabilities are of great concern: 1. The virus can spread rapidly without stopping, multiplying on and on, until it has full control of the body - even from the slightest drop - it can rewrite the immune system to combat any foreign chemicals such as the Cure itself which hasn't been tested on a live human test subject. 2. If the rate of survival is fair, and the victim survives, the damage left behind from the both sides (Cure vs Virus) can cripple a person's movements, sight, hearing, speech, and any other human body functions.
So in the case of the volunteer he should be treated quickly so that the damage is weakened. It also comes to show that the cure has been tested and approved at a quick rate. If left alone for sometime, a better and a more likeable Cure can be perfected. Often this can be arranged but due to certain circumstances, the company has decided to deploy product early at a moments notice. As the product is a mere prototype still in development.
"It's okay, let it go. We'll wait," the group leader nodded, turned, and signalled to the two profession.
They nodded back - Yes - rather uncomfortable but acceptable.
It was only time before the volunteer turns to a thirsty, hungry growling, and blood renching abomination.
They watched it as it unfolded more and more.
As the big hand of the clock ticked each second, and a second more, the volunteer was furiously agitated to the point of no return. Violently shaking like a person caught on fire there was no exception for him to incite surrender. Worser each time - it was appreciated by the masses. And for some unknown reason, a slight discoloured pigment began to take hold on the bare skin of the volunteer's right arm.
This is when the doctor finally took notice. Her heart beating faster, skipped a beat. She spoke.
"Sir, I think that we should..."
"No no no let's wait."
As the volunteers grunting got a lot obvious, the volunteer was in total disarray and panic, his mind succumbed to the nature of the virus' infiltration.
At his breaking point, the volunteer collapsed his head hanging like a rag doll.
"Is it done."
"Y-yes, it is," the doctor confirmed.
"Well now, get the second vile ready then,"
She looked at the group leader.
He nodded.
She then proceeded next to a table, grabbed a glass vile, sucked out the liquid with an injection needle and readied it for the next phase.
But as she was off on her way, the doctor didn't realise it but the volunteer was still alive and breathing heavily. As she got closer to inject his arm, the volunteer suddenly pressed forward, menacingly scaring the doctor. The doctor's reaction was stupendous as she backed up, frightened at the unknown entity.
To everyone's surprise, the volunteer, now overcome by the virus tries to shake out of the constraints it was put in - and doing so can be set free.
It snarled aggressively to whomever tried to enter at a close range in it's vicinity.
An incident like this had spooked some of the people behind. But unlike them, compared to the doctor, she never witnessed this before. Only has she heard it on radio. In reality, it is entirely different as it serves a whole new perspective and the consequences of a human getting infected.
It was then the volunteered victim's chair hanged on a loose thread, releasing on the brute force, the volunteer's bindings would diminish and weaken. The ropes flinched. The belt straps tightened. The thick material around his head tore quite literally.
Everyone's reaction and amazement due prior was then overtaken by an unsettling fear. And they wondered if it would be handled well enough.
The doctor and her assistant tried to inject the volunteer, but it failed to no avail. With an overstretched strength, and the volunteer's ferocity, it was a matter if the tides would turn against them, when the turned will be free from human clutches.
The assistant backed up, and he cried, "W-we need help!"
Responding to the assistant's dire need of man power, the commander called two of his man to assist in this precarious matter.
"Just hold him down," the assistant told them - and indeed they followed. They secured the man's movement.
Tolerating no abundance of movements, and yet struggling to apprehend him, it wouldn't be until they lose their grip, their efforts soon to become obsolete for the next couple of seconds.
With the volunteer's body in place, it was time again for the doctor to inject him a second time.
Carefully blunt, she inserted the needle in, and pressed the pumping tip.
"Done," she exclaimed.
When all was done, the volunteer returned to normal almost instantly. The abnormalities that had circled him previously, have ceased to exist. But would that be the case. Since it was a success, it was yet to be proven optional.
"This demonstration properly convinces that the cure is a success," the commander congratulated.
Looking at the volunteer's monitor, his status remained empty - his life not beeping. But what thought to be a failure took seconds for the monitor to update. There he was alive again.
"Not even," the doctor suddenly spoke out in regards to the commander.
"What?" He questioned.
The doctor went on to explain why she disagrees, "Even if he is alive, the cure is still untested on real people. If we were to inject him a later time, he would have surely died due to the byproduct of a cure that's not even at optimal levels and cleared out to the public."
"But it worked," one man said at a corner.
"Yes - yes it did. But the possibility still remains that people can still die from the cure for those who were turned."
"But what about those who are cured?" The commander confronted the doctor, "The quicker we get it out there, the better people wouldn't have to experience such horror. And if you didn't know, we all have our hands tied," he side stepped her to the left.
"Gordon, if you please , I'd like you to begin as soon as possible. All personnel will be rounded and send your way."
"Yes Commander," the group leader agreed.
He walked out of the tent. So did the people who stayed for the demonstration. They dispersed. His right-hand followed, but knew what he was to do when the commander gave the order.
~~~~~~
"Oh shit," one of the uniformed man said, "Here comes your father."
The Commander was out of the bigger tent. He then walked away from it, and was headed to where the man in uniform. Apparently, the commander knew who he is. Not that that a complaint is in progress, but instead, the guy himself knows exactly why the commander is walking he's at him.
Then the person who was called by the uniform man passed near him and said, "Yeah, that's him alright."
"You should go man, don't wanna be in your shoes," the uniform man said.
"Yeah yeah, see you bro," the man in coloured uniform guaranteed while they did a secret handshake, a fair well for each other.
The coloured uniform sprinted off to the Commander so that he doesn't meet both of them at once.
It was good while it lasted - the peace.
"Damn, sucks to be in he's shoes," the plain uniform man commented.
The scene changed to the Commander, and the coloured uniform man walking beside each other at the site of some larden lifting cargo. The commander and the man were in good terms, in fact, the commander was this man's father. Needing to get his head straight, the father wanted to get things underway, tell his kid how he is holding up and prepare for the inevitable.
They strolled for a while until it was the Father who spoke first.
"How are you holding up?" the Father said, his stern and deep character filled with authority.
"Good, sir," the son replied, "My Mother and the others should be safe when I left. They should be travelling to the safe point."
"Good," he firmly said.
Since the father and son worked on different jobs, the father was no exception. The son, a 26 year old, mustn't let lose of his position, and that means there is mustn't be any family contact, but in case for two of them having a conversation, he has to treat his superiors generously even if they have to a family figure. All that aside, the military has no room and time to deal with outside antics rather it is a place where one has to shred all emotions and serve the country; unmatched with a tough skull.
"I know that times have been tough between the family but make no mistake I will always be there," the commander said patting the man's shoulder.
The son knew what the commander or his father was coming at, as he was not really much obliged to interact inside, so replied like a soldier would, "I appreciate your generosity Commander," he stood firmly and fully loaded with the attention to keep his rank in order.
The Commander on the other hand was nervous. He was going to speak again, but was cut off by one of the alerting sirens.
Bbbbyyyyyyy!!!!!!
This made the uniform man turn around, away from the commander's vision. The commander himself unprioritized.
"Excuse me, Commander, but I must be headed," the man kindly excused himself.
The commander felt disappointed. Anyways, it was he's duty - and the duty he approved.
They ten separated: the man in uniform walking to the left, and the commander standing steadily watching the son walk away from him. He watched the man named Wilham walk away from him again.
The man reached his destination, and besides the Commander, he is nowhere to be seen.
"So how was it," a close friend of Wilham asked him.
"Not much, just another day try'na survive as always," Wilham humored.
He added, "Or by the way, what's going on. Why did the siren go off?"
"Dunno, maybe because the revert guys are handing out the cure," the friend stated.
"You sure that things safe."
"Nope."
"Well then, let's get going."
"Where?" The friend asked.
"To get ourselves killed, of course," Wilham humored again on his way to one of the stationed revert tents.
~~~~~~
Although the line was long, they waited. When it was Wilham's turn to check in, the doctor called him into the tent. Before a person gets the cure, the doctor has to run some tests, and then provide the cure-injection. It makes the doctor's job easier for researcher purposes.
"Name?" The doctor asked the patient.
"Wilham, Wilham Tanik," Wilham splendidly responded.
The doctor was spooked, and so she asked him, her eyes kept on track as she flipped through pages on a book, "Are you by any chance Commander Tanik's Son?"
"That's what they say, and you can believe what you want. I'm tired of the same questions, over and over - every time," Wilham lightly complained.
It was reassured. The doctor knew far well that things like this would happen, even in the military people are treated differently than others.
"I understand," she calmly followed through, not wanting to mind others businesses as she reflects on herself, "Right, on with your left arm then."
Surprised, Wilham saw right through her. It was like looking at himself. It was also rare to find anyone who wasn't as curious as the other folks he met in his lifetime. She had an understandable attitude towards him, and this he couldn't decipher like an intricate pattern he surely grasped it just by how she responded to him. Quite the awkward stunt he delivered.
He then moved his left arm, placing it on the table for the doctor to have a look at.
Being overwhelmingly curious but not wanting attraction, he tries a method to get more information from the doctor - and by information, he wants to talk to the doctor.
"So doc, is this cure going to help us - you know - in this dire times," he asked the doctor wisely.
"I'm not the one to answer that," the doctor presumably declined.
Unscathed, Wilham tries again.
"No I really mean it," he persisted, "People have got this rumour that the cure is a dead end."
The doctor unresponsive, just continues. And to keep the talk, Wilham tries more approaches to bind her.
"But I'm not really sure, though.....if I want to trust it this claims."
"Then maybe you shouldn't," the doctor said.
Of course, the point of listening to the rumors is to understand the other side. But that wouldn't suffice to extend to his other sentences he spoke.
"Although, I want to, there is still one rumor circling around. Something to do with how the virus spread, and about a rumored company that you may know off. Do you know?"
At this point, the doctor knew what was to come at this point, and so she reacted super fast and replied.
""AND ALSO --"
"Where done here! You may leave now," she ordered as she was finished after giving Wilham the injection without him realizing it.
Wilham was taken off guard while he was the person speaking directly at the doctor, and not being attentive in the process.
The doctor then stood up from her chair, and moved to the backside where glass flasks, glass tubes, and other small equipment where temporarily stationed.
Unsuccessful with his persuasive tongue, Wilham hurriedly stood as well. He was about to ask one more time but was outrun by the Doctor.
"If this is your way of trying to start a conversation with a woman, I assure you, it's not working," the female doctor said sarcastically, "Even that little rumor I don't know."
It was spotless. The doctor caught on quick and he had a matter of time to react but the doctor clever as she was confronted Wilham unhinged.
"For a person, like myself, I only have little hands to pull with. And little knowledge I have. In addition, I'm not particularly related to the company your asking for."
She added, "Where all tied up in this mess, and neither can we ease out the complications," she turned around and walked over to Wilham, "....and I do wander the same thing as well whether were in the right path."
"Yeah," Wilham silently mummers.
"Okay, how about this, if you want, we can exchange details. Fine with that," the female doctor says, forwarding her hand for a handshake, "The names Gwendlyn, or Gwen for short."
Wilham shake her hand in response.
"And here's my number," she gives him a pieces of ripped paper, "Be sure to keep it because I don't just hand my number willing to some guy I've recently met. No. Your just a pawn."
"Well now, I think you should be leaving, your holding up the line."
~~~~~~
"Did she just call me a pawn?"
'A pawn! What did she mean by that - that I'm just a toy to her,' Wilham thought.
When Wilham heard her speak, he thought that she was coming off clean but the next moment she changed her attitude towards him was one moment when he realized. She might not be as different than the other folks. Rather she has mind to rule others out of her way, not like the people he has faced who only like to gossip and talk behind his back, and sometimes want to start a fight. Certainly something he wasn't expecting.
Although that was the case, why even bother with the handshake and give her number he thought. Why did her behaviour change so drastically, though? Why couldn't they have a proper conversation? This, he was unsure off. But if wanted to know, and wanted to dive deep into more speculation about suspicious activities he should use the opportunity he has - the phone number used for leverage.
It was certainly clear that, that women was on a whole other level. Picking out the most important individuals, she has connections to deal with. And because Wilham is the Commander's Son she must want something in return, if both parties benefited. But that's just an assumption. What are the odds this will turn ugly?
'What could this woman be really up to?'
As Wilham was still in deep thought, he was interrupted when his friend called out to him closely approaching him nearby.
"Hey Wilham, you made it," the friend said, "What's that?" Mysterious eyeing the piece of paper tightly clenched on Wilham's hands possibly seen as it poking out.
"Nothing," Wilham replied, "You - you, how about you. Any news?"
"Nothing when I came out after my cure-vaccination," Wilham's friend sadly moved, "But I t-think that something should be announced soon enough."
And it did. Just a couple of seconds later, an alarm or siren went off again and the speakers erupted with the announcer speaking on the mic.
"Attention all personnel, I repeat attention all personnel. Have attend to your duties immediately, this is a code Red, I repeat code Red."
"Well, this is unexpected. Come on, let's go," Wilham told his friend.
"Right!" he agreed with a reply.
They ran.
On their way as they ran across pathway painted in white, from all corners, it was like marching marathon all over the place. From the usual military staff to the really military soldiers, they were all scrambled to their places as if their lives depended on it no matter what the cost.
They then slowed down and walked normal, just a bit like a power walk.
"So.....w-what will you be....doing," Wilham's friend asked huffing lightly.
Indeed it was. What was Wilham gonna do in the military base. Usually, his job involves being not in the front lines but instead he is assigned to be part of the rescue team. That's it.
"I'll be part of the rescue team," Wilham said.
"Isn't that duty closed."
"Not for me," Wilham disagreed, "I'll be on duty just for this one. Just me, and not that I expected it though. They just told me out of the blue to survey the area."
While they walked Wilham noticed that his ride had already began without him.
"Well no shit," Wilham said as he saw the helicopter was about to take off without.
He looked at his friend - V.
"Sorry V, but I think this is where we say goodbye, or else my ride is gonna leave me behind," Wilham said to V.
V was sad and replied back, "Yeah."
Wilham could see the tone of V's face. He then walked up to him and held down on one of his shoulder and told him to brighten up, "Hey man, don't worry you'll do great," That way it somehow made V a little less nervous.
There Wilham ran as much as he could to the Sikorsky rescue-type helicopter.