Linda Andrews - Extinction Level Event

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Six months after an Influenza Pandemic swept across the globe, the world is starting to emerge from quarantine. But Pestilence Free Day is short-lived. For an unseen enemy has just been unleashed.
Five people. Seven days.
A brilliant scientist with an apocalyptic forecast
A soldier that needs an enemy to fight
A college student venturing into a changed world
An insurance salesman who exploits every opportunity
A juvenile delinquent desperate to leave his past behind
Redaction: Humanity is about to be erased from the Book of Life.
WARNING: This book contains violence, crude language and disturbing sexual references.

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“I’m the government and I’m telling you.” Mavis raised the handheld. The Rim country, with its iron filled mountains, seemed so far away.

“I’ve never heard of you before Doctor Spanner. So you’ll forgive my scepticism.” Goat Lady rubbed the kid’s back. “Sure, the President is ill and parts of the city are burning, but that’s not affecting us yet. And, no one said anything about leaving our homes.”

Sometimes anonymity was a bitch. She rolled her shoulders. Aches invaded her joints. Her fever must be spiking again. Aspirin. Tea with honey. A splash of brandy. Why couldn’t people just believe her? Life would be so much simpler. Of course, she could order the military to confiscate the animals, but that would only go so far.

And then there was the matter of their care.

She knew less about tending a horse than life on alien planets—which equated to a big fat zero. No, ordering people about wouldn’t work. They had to be convinced it was for their own good. Then Goat Lady would tell her neighbors and everyone would be on board. An idea popped through the fog. “Do you know what the Surgeon General looks like?”

“Of course.” Goat Lady arched a salt and pepper eyebrow. “He’s more important than the President right now.”

“Good. Come with me.” Turning, Mavis marched into her house, the camp’s temporary headquarters despite her and Sunnie’s illness.

Mr. Quartermain, his grandson Justin and the rest of her neighbors plus a handful of servicemen filled her living room getting a crash course on recording vitals on a handheld medical device from the lead doctor and two of his nurses.

Eighty-year old Nani separated from the pack and shuffled into the kitchen.

Acknowledging the training group with a nod, Mavis flopped down at her dining room table and grabbed her laptop. After making sure her fingerprints registered, she opened the computer and typed in her password.

Footsteps sounded behind her. Goat Lady had decided to follow.

Mavis stared at the screen’s reflection. And with the kid goat no less. After a moment, the operating system loaded, and she clicked on the video chat link.

Miles Arnez slept in his high back office chair. His mouth hung slightly open and a soft snore floated out.

Too bad she couldn’t record this. It would prove that the man snored once and for all. “Miles.”

The train of snores remained firmly linked.

“Miles.” Mavis raised her voice. The people in the great room hushed. Miles slept on. “Miles Arnez!”

He snorted up a snore then shook his head. Fever brightened his eyes. He blinked at the screen while his hands crawled over his desktop. “Mavis?”

“Yes and your glasses are on top of your head.” Was it sleep or the illness that had roughened his voice? Probably both.

After raking the readers off his nearly bald scalp, he perched them on his nose. He blinked again then leaned forward so the camera detailed every one of his pores. “Is that a goat? Or have I had one too many medicinal cocktails?”

“It’s a goat, but I wouldn’t rule out the cocktails if I were you.”

Nani set a mug of peppermint tea next to Mavis’s elbow before trudging over to the others. Not that they were continuing with their medical training. Every ear was on her and her conversation.

“Smart ass.” Miles shook his head. “So what did you wake me for? Not more bad news, I hope.”

Lately, it was always bad news. She didn’t want to burden her friend further. But this was one problem only he could solve. “I need you to confirm for the Goat Lady that I will be authorizing a full-scale evacuation of Phoenix within the next forty-eight hours.”

“Forty-eight hours? I’d say send the notice now, while the emergency alert system is still powered. With the last sims you sent, you’re going to need to leave before then. The call to abandon the East coast is supposed to go out tomorrow morning. Unfortunately, the routes haven’t been nailed down so no supplies are waiting for the evacuees.”

Goat Lady sucked in a breath. “It’s true?”

Miles pointed through cyberspace at her. “Consider yourself lucky. We’re looking at a near zero chance of survival for those on the Eastern Seaboard. Too damn many power plants.”

“I’ll get the word out. We’ll round up our supplies and every available animal and transport.” Goat Lady dumped the kid into Mavis’s arms then turned on her heel. “We’ll be back in thirty-six hours. Don’t leave without us.”

The kid goat nibbled on the ends of Mavis’s hair.

She tried to hold the creature away from her body but it wiggled and squirmed. Good Lord what if she dropped it?

Smiling, Nani held out her arms. “I’ll take him.”

“Thanks.” Mavis handed it over then wiped her hands on her pants. That was worse than a baby.

Miles’s laughter boomed through the laptop. “You should have seen your face, Mavis!” He took off his glasses to wipe his eyes. “Priceless. Absolutely priceless. However did you manage to take care of a baby?”

Her cheeks heated. “Jack took care of it.”

Babies were such fragile things; it was a wonder they survived. Her son might not have, if it hadn’t been for her husband.

But then, neither had outlived her.

She glanced toward their pictures on the mantel. She really wished they were here now, to help her through this.

Nani cleared her throat. “Well. That’s enough training. Let’s go put what we’ve learned into action.”

Her neighbors and the service men and women slipped out of the room.

Mavis sipped her tea. The peppermint and heat soothed her throat. She waited until the door snicked shut. “Something’s bothering me about the way this disease is spreading.”

“Tell me about it.” Miles scrubbed a hand down his face. “It seems to have popped up everywhere at once.”

“Exactly. Do you think it’s possible that the old strain mutated while it was inside us then resurfaced, like chicken pox returning as shingles?”

“We can’t find any sign that it’s changed enough to become a new strain.”

She blew the steam off her tea. “What if it’s something else?”

Miles rolled his eyes, coughed and then opened the drawer of his desk and pulled out a lozenge. “The idiots below are spouting such nonsense as terrorist attacks.”

“They’d have to have some big money backers to infect so many people simultaneously.” She dismissed the thought but it surfaced again. Was it the fever making false connections or something else? “And we would have picked up on chatter if the cells embedded in the US were launching a coordinated attack.”

“The minimum intelligence agencies haven’t noticed anything.” He frowned, while twisting the lozenge free of its wrapper. “Hell according to them, the Redaction was on our side and wiped them all out.”

“No one quite knows where the influenza strain came from.” She shrugged and sipped from her mug.

“To launch something this deadly it would have to come from either Russia or China.” He popped the red oval in his mouth. “Both have had their military pretty much wiped out.”

“This makes biological warfare all the more attractive.” She rubbed her neck. The ache didn’t diminish. “Of course, there is the matter of delivery.”

“Exactly. And motive? What do they hope to gain?” Miles steepled his fingers. “Both countries are still quarantined and we haven’t received any new stuff. The merchandise from China that had been sitting on the dock for the last six months is just now being distributed.”

“So what have we missed?”

“I wish I knew.” He sighed and leaned back in his chair. The leather creaked as it adjusted to his weight.

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