Warning: This work has been rated 16+ for language, violence, and mature content.
There have been many diseases that the CDC (Center for Disease Control) have feared. There is the all mighty Bubonic Plague with wiped out almost all of Europe in the dark ages. Then there is the outbreak of Smallpox which was a terror to the native americans that the europeans met. Aids is one of the best known of diseases to have given the United States of America a very big scare. All of these have many thing in common. They were all unexpected,wiped out a large amount,and caused people to shut each other out and try to outlast the disease. The outbreak of ebola is expected to be another one of these diseases that kills a few thousands and then once a vaccine is made, the disease is totally forgotten and talked of like legend by some middle school teacher to a room full of kids who could care less. Well what if it isn't really one of those diseases. Perhaps it is something more serious, something to do with a new world order. My name is Elijah Peters ( everyone calls me Eli), and I work for the CDC. I have many qualities about me that make the CDC treasure me and then as I will find out I have some that they and I didn't know they wouldn't like. It's my job to find out exactly what those qualities are.
Chapter One: The Assignment
"I am no mans scape goat and if he thinks I am going to be pushed around like this than he has another thing coming. I am a well respected man here. If you have a problem them tell him to file a report and see if anyone gives a shit" Doctor Hill hung up his phone and threw it across the room. He had pretty big rage for a short red haired 40 year old. He usually doesn't get this worked up unless there is something seriously wrong. He looked very stressed which when you work at the Center for Disease Control comes with the job.
"Sir is everything alright? Do i need to leave and we meet later?" I asked trying to get out of there before I became the next target of a flying projectile."No, that phone call actually involved you Eli. I have a new assignment for you." He said with a low voice. I was so glad to hear that because lately every since the bird flu scare that went down a couple of years back all I have been doing is lab and desk work."It's about time sir. I was growing restless sitting in one of those stupid little cubicles like a zombie. What is this about?" I asked with a gleam of joy in my eye. Not many people enjoy getting assignments but I love the action.
"Have you been seeing the reports on the new outbreak of Ebola in western Africa?" He asked while trying to figure out where he had thrown his phone. " Who hasn't? Its all over the news. I can't go an hour without hearing about it." I replied with growing interest. Picking up his phone off the floor and letting out a sigh of relief when he saw the screen in one piece he opened it and showed me a picture of a tall skinny man with a big nose, probably in his late 30's or early 40's, and with eyes eyes that seemed to hold many years of textbook material behind them." Do you know anything about this man?" hill asked.
" No but I can take a good bet that he is either a doctor or a scientist" I said." Good bet there Eli, he is Wes Adams a doctor with a PHD in Infectious Diseases. He is over in Africa trying to get a better look at what he or anyone can do about trying to get this outbreak under control". " Well that's nice and all but where do I come into the picture here". " I want you to go over to where he is and I want you to make sure nothing happens to him". I sat in my chair for a moment going over exactly what he had just asked me to do."Africa can be a dangerous place do to all the civil wars and civil unrest going on over there." I replied." That is where you come in. I know you also have yourself some impressive degrees under your belt but no one else here has the muscle to back that up". I looked at myself in a mirror in his office. For a 32 year old man I was pretty fit for my age. All those years playing tight end for Duke University had got me in shape and addicted to lifting weights so I stuck with it. I was about 6'1 and had medium length brown hair.
" Anything is better than sitting around this office all day. One condition though. You have to tell me who wants you in trouble." I replied nodding at his phone on his desk. He leaned back in his leather chair and put his feet up on his pine desk." It was Charlie". The sound of that name made me roll my eyes. Charlie was the main guy here at the office. All that power went to his head. He was a tall blonde haired man with a pony tail and a face that makes you just want to hide under a desk so he can't criticize you for how you dressed for work that day or how it wasn't good enough just be in the lab once a week." What's his problem now" I asked with a groan.
" You" Doctor hill replied. I jumped up out of my seat and shouted" What the hell is his problem with me"? " He told me that he thinks you are not qualified enough to work with a man like Wes Adams. I told him that you were the perfect man for the job and he told me the only reason I picked you is because you are my favorite or something. I told him that was the stupidest thing I have ever heard and he got angry".
I got up and walked towards the door."Send the assignment details to my desk and then I will get ready for my flight and prepare to do my job the only way I have ever done it. The right way". Hill did nothing but nod his head and turn around to his computer and started pulling up all the paperwork that he would have his secretary print out for me.
I walked all the way down the hall into the shooting range. If I am going back into the field I needed to be as sharp as I could and that meant getting handy with a gun again. Plus I needed to blow off some steam thanks to hearing that my boss's boss has a problem with my qualifications. I have a masters in infectious diseases and also a masters degree in Biology. I may not be a doctor but I am just as smart as one of them. I fired 5 rounds from my M1911. I looked and all five were almost dead in the center of the human shaped target. I am most definitely qualified in some ways.