“Yeah. About that,” Nichols replies, hesitating to offer the next piece of information. “I think they also have all of our radio and tracking equipment too,” he finally says.
“It doesn’t matter now. I think whoever we’re dealing with has some way of controlling the infected, possibly the virusite itself. Either way, there’re too few of us to risk a possible incursion with a sizable horde. We need to increase our forces. The first thing we do is find another platoon, maybe two I can take command of. But I cannot allow this opportunity to slip through my fingers. If there’s some way to control the people infected with the virusite, I want it. The first chance we get, I want you to dial in on that jeep’s locator. Someone needs to be tracking that transponder until I can get our hands on whoever set that trap in place.”
“And then what?” Nichols asks.
“We find out how they’re controlling the infected,” Brooks replies. “And then we destroy every one of them. But rest assured, if I can figure out how they’re doing it, I’ll be damned if I let any of them live so someone else can learn their secret.”
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