The Cure

Jason Mailey

Description

Captain Miller and his team is sent to a town to investigate why the town people have vanished, after a Government top secret experiment. He quickly finds out that not everyone is on his side.
The Government has come up with a cure to the common cold and has distributed it into a small town. Instead of curing them they have become infected. Rachael Morgan, the lead scientist, finds out and tries to stop it with the help of Captain Miller. They run into a Cover up, Betrail and revenge along the way.

Sujets

• Thrillers
• Adventure (Guyana)
• Suspenso
• Infection (disambiguation)
• Experiment
• Government
• Infected
• Adventure
• Suspense
• Thriller
• Fiction
• Action
• The Cure

Informations

• Publié par: AuthorHouse
• Date de parution: 13 juin 2023
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9798823010009
• Langue: English

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THE CURE
 
 
 
JASON MAILEY
 
 
 
 
 
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© 2023 Jason Mailey. All rights reserved.
 
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Published by AuthorHouse 06/13/2023
 
ISBN: 979-8-8230-1002-3 (sc)
ISBN: 979-8-8230-1001-6 (hc)
ISBN: 979-8-8230-1000-9 (e)
 
Library of Congress Control Number: 2023911019
 
 
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This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, names, incidents, organizations, and dialogue in this novel are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
Contents
Chapter 1Acolyte Facility
Chapter 2The Mission
Chapter 3President’s Decision
Chapter 4The Quarantine
Chapter 5Chaos Spreads
Chapter 6Compound V
Chapter 7The Cure
Chapter 8Eagle’s Nest
Chapter 9The Escape from the Facility
Chapter 10Arrival of Brent and General Rhodes
Chapter 11Sacrifice and Betrayal
Chapter 12The General’s Plan
Chapter 13Raven Squadron
Chapter 14Brent’s Rampage
Chapter 15Tim vs. Dave
Chapter 16Truth
Chapter 17Rachael Morgan and Jessica Price
Chapter 18Cleanup
Chapter 1 Acolyte Facility
Dr. Rachael Morgan, a beautiful, headstrong, black-haired woman, was eager for a chance to put her name on a major scientific breakthrough. Rachael was approached by Jessica Price, a scientist who also happened to be the vice president’s wife. She approached Rachael about working on a project that had some meaning. Rachael knew Ms. Price was using her eagerness to recruit her to her own team. Rachael had heard she had taken credit for things she didn’t do because of her husband. Rachael didn’t care. But she would soon find out that working for Ms. Price could take you to places you just shouldn’t go.
Brent, the head of security for the Acolyte Facility, opened the door, letting Jessica and her security guard into Rachael’s office. As she walked in, Brent announced from the door, “Here is Jessica, ma’am.” Brent closed the door behind her, muttering under his breath, “Bitch.”
“Rachael, I want those results from the tests you ran. You did start the human trials just like we discussed, didn’t you?” Jessica requested.
“Yes, we did start human trials, even though I strongly disagreed with it in my emails to you. The side effects are showing very extreme results this early in the testing phase,” Dr. Morgan said, looking up from her desk to see Price and another person standing next her. Dr. Morgan stopped talking midsentence after seeing the other person.
“Don’t worry about her. She is the head of security at my facility and can be trusted. Let me introduce you to Marissa,” Jessica said.
Marissa stepped forward and shook Dr. Morgan’s hand. She was a lovely young woman with straight blond hair and green eyes; many had mistaken her as no threat because of her looks. Nevertheless, she used to be in the army as a military police officer, and she could knock a six-foot man on his back in seconds with ease.
“I have General Rhodes coming to inspect these test subjects and see the results,” Price informed Dr. Morgan.
“The military! What do they want with this cure?” Rachael yelled angrily.
Just then, General Rhodes came in through the door, just in time to catch the last part of the conversation. “Dr. Morgan, we want this to help people, too. If we can get this distributed, we can save lives, and this will not be just for our troops if that’s what you’re thinking,” Rhodes said, directing his words toward Rachael.
“This is my project. I should have the right to know what the military wants with this cure,” Rachael said, the anger still in her voice.
“Rachael, who do you think all the funding comes from?” Jessica said, matching Rachael’s anger.
“Just for the record, our animal testing wasn’t successful. Testing the human and animal genes is where we are having difficulties. I think we need to do more testing, but Jessica has told me to push forward.” Rachael looked directly at the general, who didn’t seem to care about what she was saying.
Rachael sighed and kept walking toward the subjects. Arriving at the end of hall, they entered Lab 1A, where the subjects were held. They walked in to see a green fluid glowing in a vial. A label at the bottom of the vial read, “Compound Z.” Dr. Morgan picked up the chart on the table and handed it to General Rhodes. On the top, it was marked, “Subject 1.”
“After infecting subject 1 with H1N1, we gave the subject Compound Z. The results were amazing. After ten minutes, the flu was gone,” Rachael explained.
“Was the subject cured?” Jessica asked curiously.
“Yes, but the side effects made the subject even worse afterward—vomiting; fever; and, ultimately, death. Same for the second subject,” Rachael said.
“But the H1N1 was cured?” Jessica said.
“Yes, but didn’t you hear me? They died.” Rachael handed over the subjects’ charts.
“It happens in all studies,” Jessica said unsympathetically, looking at the charts. “What about some of the staff who we used the lower doses on? I think it was Compound X as you named it. What where the results there?” she asked eagerly.
“Out of the four who got the dose, Brent was the only survivor. His brother died, and a pilot died as well. Nancy, a friend, died from this as well. She volunteered for the shot. She was convinced this was the cure. I regret this, and I’ve informed her husband that she is sick, not dead. Brent’s DNA somehow accepted the compound into his system; his blood now has a black tint. In one of the studies, my employees were attacked. Brent went into the room, and it was like the infected subjects didn’t even know he was there. That’s how he was able to deal with them. He needs to be studied more.” Rachael showed her findings on her tablet.
“OK,” Jessica said, glancing over at the general. “Keep going with the other subjects.”
“For subjects 3 and 4, we lowered the dosage of Compound Z, and right now they have small fevers—nothing too serious. We are watching for any signs like before.” Rachael again showed the information on her tablet.
“So, it works?” Jessica asked.
“We still need weeks of testing because of subject 5,” Rachael said.
“And what’s wrong with subject 5?” General Rhodes questioned.
“Subject 5 is the first to receive the low-dosage injections. Well, see for yourself.” Rachael sound frightened.
When Rachael pulled back the curtain, subject 5 ran toward the glass and was stopped by restraints that cut into his skin like a razor blade. This didn’t seem to bother the subject. His skin looked pale, like a piece of chicken that had been left out in the sun to rot. His eyes seemed to be bleeding, though it wasn’t blood but, rather, a black ooze running down his face. His eyes looked gray. His pupils were gone. The two women stepped back, but the general just stayed in place, not fazed by what he saw, looking down at the chart hanging on the window.
“It says on these charts the subject died,” the general said after shuffling through the charts.
“That’s correct, sir. The subject did die, and half an hour later, the subject came back and attacked my staff. Two of my staff were bitten, and one nearly lost an eye. The subject then broke the restraints and clawed at their faces. All my staff are being treated for their injuries; we need more testing.” Rachael’s face saddened as she remembered her staff.
“You’re saying he came back to life. If this is possible, just think of the possibilities. If we can bring someone back, this could be groundbreaking.” Jessica looked at the subject tied up and started to think about the possibilities.
“Yes, I can see it now. Come back to life but become a psychopath. I don’t think that’s something we can say is a side effect. Look at his face. He’s dead. Even you can see that,” Rachael said, thinking that this was a mistake.
“There are side effects with all medication. That’s why we list them on the bottle. The other two you said show no signs like this, just a fever.” Jessica looked down at the charts of the other patients.
“Yes, Jessica, we do put side effects on labels, not that you will possibly die and come back and become crazy.” To Rachael, it seemed Jessica didn’t care about people, just results, and it made her uneasy.
“When you said the subject broke other restraints, you mean the subject’s strength has increased?” General Rhodes said, lost in his thoughts about what this could do for his soldiers.
His thoughts were cut short by the sound of Rachael’s voice. “Yes, but also subject aggression. The restraints were weakened by his thrashing around, and they snapped. Myself, and my assistants, Ed and Monica, agree we need to bring this back down to formula and start over.” Rachael looked over at Jessica.
“ Start over ! It works. We need to move forward with more subject testing,” Jessica said, looking over at the general.
“I will not sign off on that. Are you crazy, Jessica?” Rachael looked concerned.
“Rachael, please leave the room so that Price and I can have a word,” the