The hand that heals

[rewritable]

"Weird, eh? I hear that a lot. Interesting why?", Andrew shrugged.

John took a step back and turned around, "I'll show the way. Keep an eye on Mr. Ross"

To the Conference Room they walked in silence. One could notice that Andrew was struggling to keep the steady step, he staggered a few times and once even bumped into a guard walking right next to him. In a convenient moment John glanced back and took a look at man's face - his eyes were red as if he hadn't slept for a good while.

The door to the room was closed. John swept his access card in front of keypad's scanner, instead of an expected click a red light blinked thrice.

"Oh, I forgot, use a code, it's now 2-1-4-7" Andrew's voice from behind made John jump from surprise.

Frial dialed the code angrily and cast a cold glance at their guest. Ross just made his usual shrug and muttered something about ridiculous security systems.

The door slid open and revealed a very ordinary business-like room with an oval table in its center. The worn-out suitcases and a rectangular cloth-covered box in one corner looked very out of place.

As the seven men walked inside the room, something moved inside the box causing the cloth to slip away. It turned out to be a small cage, containing a small rat-like animal, which was now looking at them with unhidden curiosity.



"Meet Sam. You might say he is, erm, patient zero, that was the correct term I think" Andrew spoke to doctor, "Now, how about we sit down somewhere. I don't know about you but I'm damn tired and the story is too long to be told standing here"

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