I laugh in your face. Truly, humans can always be counted upon to be idiots. You think that I did not anticipate someone might catch up to me, and some pocket of people might survive somewhere? You did not catch me in my mountain cabin, did you forget? I came here. You think it was because I desired the comforts of a city, a hot shower and regular meals. You think I believe to have erased all my traces and could enter incognito, undiscovered in the chaos and aftermath.

Yes, there was that possibility. But of course I understood that I am the most wanted man alive. My IQ needs specialised tests to be measured, you forgot?

We talked about A-279 these last weeks, and everyone here is tested for it and there are now cures available for all the strains in case someone infected appears from somewhere. For the last weeks, we have all breathed the same air in this same room. Judges, prosecutor, guards, visitors. Then you all went home back to your families or what is left of them, to your friends, to the bars and restaurants and brothels. All this time I’ve been breathing out C-91, and you’ve been breathing it in and spreading it around the city. I took only a small sample from the weapons lab, re-sealed the container it was stored in, quite sure it was never missed. But it multiplies readily inside the human body. It takes three months for it to show symptoms, but death is quick after that. Without the original samples and chemical formula, with most scientists dead and almost all laboratories destroyed, with the little resources you have left, and the panic that a second pandemic will cause, I have completed my mission.

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