The TS-17 virus spread throughout the world population, killing millions and causing people's intelligence to drop to 25% of their previous level. Five years later, the world is a wasteland and now Kaitlyn is one of the tiny number of people called...
It was four days later I sat behind a borrowed hipster coffee cart. We had borrowed it to look less than conspicuous while watching people. People, in this case, being the home of general Sameal him self. Sat at the end of the Patriot drive looking like a couple of full entrepreneurial wannabes. In truth, it was a truly dumb location for a coffee cart that's why it was such a good disguise because a coffee cart on a suburban estate was such a stupid thing to do. We also wore large hipster beards as a disguise.
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Surprisingly that morning we've managed to sell 2 cups of coffee. Mostly to the guy next to us who had a hipster ice cream cart. His name was Gerald he didn't talk much. I looked at Marta's beard.
"That's a good look for you," I said for the weight of something to say.
"Yeah" said Marta "I'm trying to channel my inner Conchita Wurst"
Noticing something I stopped "We have a wasp,"
"Uh?" Said Marta.
"The general is leaving" I whispered under my beard. I was delighted my dad's info hadn't disappointed. I tried not to stare at the general while the droe by.
In the distance, out of the corner of my eye, I could see the yellow bio contamination suit of the general. He was carrying a small black case. He got into his suburban SUV and drove away. We turned and spoke to Gerald about the poor sales of icecream this winter. This way we didn't have to look at the General while he went by. After he passed us we waited a few minutes and when I felt sure he wasn't going forget something and come back. I felt safe enough to crept over to his House and put a small envelope into his mailbox.
DEAR GENERAL,
I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND ME CONTACTING YOU THIS WAY. EMAIL SEEMS SO IMPERSONAL FOR A THREAT/OFFER LIKE THIS. AS YOU MAY KNOW, I HAVE ENOUGH SAMPLES OF THE CURE TO GO TO THE PRESS AND CONVINCED ENOUGH PEOPLE IT IS POSSIBLE. FORTUNATELY FOR YOU I HAVE STOPPED CARING ABOUT THE REST OF THE WORLD. I WANT MY MOTHER, FATHER AND SISTER BACK. THAT'S ALL, THAT AND THE PROMISE THAT YOU WILL NEVER BOTHER AS AGAIN AND WE PROMISE NEVER TO BOTHER YOU WITH ANY PESKY CURES. IF YOU WANT TO KEEP THINGS QUITE MEET ME IN QUEENS TOWN STAR BUCKS IN DELAWARE AT 5:00 THIS AFTERNOON - THE COFFFEE IS GOOD THERE. WE CAN NEGOTIATE THERE, BELIEVE ME, YOU WILL NEVER FIND THE CURE WITH OUT ME IT'S GOING TO BE VERY WELL HIDDEN IN THE ONE PLACE YOU WILL NEVER GUESS.
IF I SEE THE SLIGHTEST SIGN OF ANYONE IN UNIFORM THEN I WILL WALK STRAIGHT TO THE NEAREST PRESS OFFICE.
YOURS Katlyn.
I resisted the temptation to rush back to the coffee cart. I sauntered along trying to look as if dropping notes off was the most casual thing to do. When I got back to Marta she was already packing up.
"the trap is set" I said more confidently than I felt.
