Chapter 45: Almost Secretary Ceaser’s private lab rat.
It took some seconds for Secretary Ceaser Rommel’s brain to process what his eyes were seeing. "Holy fucking shit!" The grip he had on the gun loosened, causing it to clatter to the ground.
The nurse, his captive, saw her opportunity and twisted herself free. As soon as she was within what she thought of a safe distance she screeched, "I do not care if you are the Secretary of defense, I am going to sue you for this." A sharp hiss escaped her as she rubbed the mottled marks on her throat.
Her frantic words faded into silence for secretary Ceaser’s attention was riveted by the sight before him.
"What is going on here?" He shoved everyone out of his way, moving closer to have a better look at Carson. "How the hell did this happen? Do you have some experimental miracle cure that the government does not know about? How dare you keep it from me at such a time when I already told you that this is a matter of national importance?" He demanded to know, his voice sharp with accusation. "I will have all of your jobs if you do not hand it over right away."
With a miracle cure, he could send in as many soldiers as could be authorized into the mist. Maybe they could be attached to chains.
They could tug on the chains when danger presented itself and then they would be pulled out of the mist. If they were burned, just give them the cure, wait for a few hours and send them in again until they had answers.
Ceaser Rommel could see it all clearly in his mind. He would involve press and beef himself up, so when he contented in the next presidential elections, he would be the candidate that got the job done.
Some of the doctor’s lips twitched in response, many of them did not like the Secretary of Defense or appreciate how he barked and talk to them with condescending.
"Mr. Secretary, can’t you see that we are shocked as well?" Doctor Roy Fassbender, a trauma surgeon raised his voice without fear and faced down Ceaser.