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Under the cover of darkness Francesco made his way along the narrow streets until he spotted the door with the half moon cut into the upper panel, he quietly opened the door and entered the courtyard.
Once inside he kept moving knowing he wanted the third door on the right, when he stood in front of the door he was surprised to find it had an old style handle the type you must push down with your thumb to open the door as he did so an interior light came on revealing someone dressed in a hooded robe sporting a Chinese crafted AK 47 capable of delivering 50 rounds per second if you held the trigger down.
With a motion of the gun the hooded person pointed through the archway, without hesitation Francesco took the three steps into the archway where he saw the operation was already under way.
The 6 inch glass test tube was being loaded with a slightly smaller test tube sealed at both ends containing a single cigarette, a strike anywhere match and a note saying FOR EMERGENCY ONLY. Once inserted the first test tube was sealed off and placed in a small air ride velvet covered box and closed, keeping the tube in place, ready for the next 5,000 miles.
He placed the box into a shoulder satchel he purchased at “Naked” a trendy little fashion Boutique in Calgary while shopping for his significant other on his last trip abroad.
With the box in hand Francesco took his leave never uttering a single word for the duration of his stay. Back on the street he walked in the darkness heading for the train station where he was to catch the only train that night. The train was just pulling in as he stepped onto the platform, having pre- purchased a ticket all he had to do was climb aboard the conductor would punch the ticket. It would be 5 hours before the train pulled into the Amsterdam international Airport, upon arrival he retrieved a carry on from the lockers and proceeded to purchase a day room to freshen up before the next leg of the journey.
He emerged from after a shower and a change of clothes ready for the long flight into Mexico City. With only carry on and his satchel he eliminated the long check in lines and proceeded to the waiting area where you passed though the security gate, he was not the least bit concerned about his pay load he had been carrying the same box and test tube around the world for the past two years, whenever he was questioned a short explanation as to the novelty of such an item was enough to bring smiles to everyone’s faces.
Francesco boarded the jumbo jet, he had the hours ahead to reflect on what it had taken to get to this point 90% complete. Why had Mexico City been chosen to be the genesis of the program? Was it the proximity to the United States or just the simple fact you never know what you may find in one of the most populated city’s in the world or the fact that a hand full of American dollars can purchase most anything in Mexico.
None the less there was absolutely no turning back he was with in range of receiving the largest pay out of his contract history.
Financially he would never have to take another job, drop out of sight and retire. The perpetrators of this type of warfare were not his concern, he was a facilitator.
The jet dropped into the heavy smog hanging over the city, setting down on the runway 22 minuets ahead of schedule. Heading through the border control with a fifty dollar bill in the front of your passport insured quick passage to the city streets. Once outside he hailed a taxi giving the cabbie directions in perfect Spanish they headed for the outskirts of the city, a location Francesco had searched out months earlier.
After being dropped off he walked a short distance to the low fenced area, where a domestic sow had a large litter of piglets suckling on their mother at this point again without hesitation Francesco removed the box containing the test tube and simply broke it open pouring a little water on the cigarette, crushing it letting the tobacco and water land on the piglets mouths allowing the virus free to propagate.
Francesco turned and walked away he was now heading for the Blue Bay Condo’s in Cancun where a friend was waiting in the marina with a 61 foot Viking where they would navigate into Baldwin Louisiana.
From this point we have no knowledge, but during a hunting season we recovered a diary titled Francescos Program obviously to us at Ministikwan Lake Francesco could have been any of the hunters passing through. Is this a possible route the virus took to land at our door?
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