IGNITION

Chapter Six

In Bangkok an American Intelligence agent was having an interesting conversation with one of his most dependable sub-contractors. Dressed as an American tourist and his guide, they were sitting on Temple steps, being ignored by the locals.

“Your certain” a black suited man asked, taking a drink from his water bottle.

“Two hundred liters of Ebola-Zire three cee, airborne and ultraviolet resistive” his informant repeated. “To be returned to earth in special re-entry canisters ten liters at a time.”

“Shit, if it works they’ll spread that shit over half the planet in less than two hours.”

“Maybe all the planet” his trembling informant agreed.

“Get lost, pay the usual way” the agent snapped. He stood, walking down to his waiting car. “Damn, and I had a golf game in three hours.”