by Lee Emerick
As he stepped back away from the screen, two men appeared in full military uniform. They were both adorned in medals and ribbons.
"Ahh, General Virgil" said the man to the right. "I take it the situation has been rectified?"
"Yes Sir. Containment and deactivation has been successful. A lot of innocent lives have been lost over the last couple of days." The General sounded quite disgruntled.
"As ordered no one is aware of the true nature of the outbreak. The rig Lazarus has also been completely destroyed."
Both men smiled, the General found it quite chilling.
"That's good to hear General. We trust this situation can be kept quiet. It would be terribly embarrassing for our current administration should it leak out." The man to the left leant forward close to the screen as if conspiring.
"As you know bio-research is very profitable" the man paused for a moment.
"Unfortunately risks are associated with any business venture."
The General had heard enough.
"The next time you lose one of your business ventures I would appreciate if you cleaned up the mess yourselves!"
He was met by shocked expressions on the video screen as he abruptly terminated the video call.
Who the hell did they think they were? This was no game! This was more than sheer incompetence it was mass genocide!
The General threw his glass in frustration. It smashed into several pieces, which scattered across the floor. Picking up the whiskey bottle, he took a long swig. Holding the bottle in his left hand, he slumped into his chair, which cracked, under his weight. If the truth got out there would be hell to pay, he thought. The whole sorry state had to be known to avoid something like this happening again. He was not going to let anyone get away with this, even if they were the Joint Chiefs of Staff!
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