Kirk. "So the question is--why would they need a protected immune system? And protected from what?"
"Wait! It gets more interesting. This drug is still...well, it's experimental, and still in a test form and, as far as we know, it has never been tested on humans. We don't even know who else would have access to it besides the government." Kirk tried to process the information he was hearing.
"So how did they get it into their system?"
"I'm not sure. However, this opens up more options. If they were protected, then, like you said, they were being protected from something, something that would have the exact opposite effect of Dypethline." The phone was silent as Cassy waited for the information to sink in.
The picture started to clear up. "What you're saying, Cassy--is that this drug, Dypethline, has a partner drug that is like its polar opposite. If a good drug helps the immune system, the partner drug kills the immune system. And from the looks of it, it seems they also can cancel each other out."
Kirk paused for a moment, "So, basically, whoever did this poisoned all the food, but it didn't affect the guards or whoever had Dypethline in their blood!"
She laughed like a child who just learned to ride a bike for the first time. "Very good, Detective, you catch on quick. All I have to do is find out what its partner drug is, and then we have our killer."
"This drug, where is it, and who has access to it?"
"I'm not sure where it is now or if they are still testing it, but I read an article about it a year or so back in a medical journal."
The thought ran through Kirks mind but he dismissed it. If it was what he thought, it might be then the government and maybe even the FBI had something to do with the killings. Was that why they had the misfits running the investigation?
"Could you do me a favor, Cassy? Keep this conversation under your hat for the time being? I need to check into a few more leads, and the FBI isn't too happy with me at the moment."
"Sure. Until I find out definitely what we're dealing with, I'll tell them the truth--that we still don't know what we've we're dealing with yet."
Kirk folded his cell and put it into his pocket. This was getting more twisted by the second. He had a bad feeling his friends at the FBI were playing with something they shouldn't be playing with. Either way, he was going to find out, but first he needed to eat!
Chapter Seven
MARK DIDN'T NOTICE THE BLACK SPORTS CAR
parked up the street, waiting like a panther for the right moment to strike. Mark walked back from across the street, and made his way through traffic and this time he managed not to tick anyone off because he decided to use the cross walk. Mark hit the unlock button and stopped dead in his tracks, there was a note sitting on the leather seat staring up at him as if to say, "Hello."
The paper looked expensive; he could tell from the feel of it...linen or something like it. A logo of sorts was stamped on the front, with raised letters popping from the paper that cried out like a warning, "WJA...Hmmm, interesting." He unfolded it and read the note.
"NO ACCIDENT!"
Mark looked around to see if he could spot the person who put the note in his car. People were walking up and down the street; anyone could have done it. What is that supposed to mean? No Acciden t? Mark thought about the explosion and a sickening feeling washed over him. Did someone think it was something other then an accident? That meant it was planned, an attack of some kind. He crumpled the note and shoved it into his pocket. Whatever it meant, he did not have the energy to think about it now. He felt drained, as if his life was being sucked from him, and all he wanted to do was crawl in bed underneath his warm covers and dream about what used to be. ________________________________________
THE MYSTERY WOMAN PULLED out into the street and followed Mark making sure to keep her distance, trying to stay three or four cars behind Marks BMW. She
"Wait! It gets more interesting. This drug is still...well, it's experimental, and still in a test form and, as far as we know, it has never been tested on humans. We don't even know who else would have access to it besides the government." Kirk tried to process the information he was hearing.
"So how did they get it into their system?"
"I'm not sure. However, this opens up more options. If they were protected, then, like you said, they were being protected from something, something that would have the exact opposite effect of Dypethline." The phone was silent as Cassy waited for the information to sink in.
The picture started to clear up. "What you're saying, Cassy--is that this drug, Dypethline, has a partner drug that is like its polar opposite. If a good drug helps the immune system, the partner drug kills the immune system. And from the looks of it, it seems they also can cancel each other out."
Kirk paused for a moment, "So, basically, whoever did this poisoned all the food, but it didn't affect the guards or whoever had Dypethline in their blood!"
She laughed like a child who just learned to ride a bike for the first time. "Very good, Detective, you catch on quick. All I have to do is find out what its partner drug is, and then we have our killer."
"This drug, where is it, and who has access to it?"
"I'm not sure where it is now or if they are still testing it, but I read an article about it a year or so back in a medical journal."
The thought ran through Kirks mind but he dismissed it. If it was what he thought, it might be then the government and maybe even the FBI had something to do with the killings. Was that why they had the misfits running the investigation?
"Could you do me a favor, Cassy? Keep this conversation under your hat for the time being? I need to check into a few more leads, and the FBI isn't too happy with me at the moment."
"Sure. Until I find out definitely what we're dealing with, I'll tell them the truth--that we still don't know what we've we're dealing with yet."
Kirk folded his cell and put it into his pocket. This was getting more twisted by the second. He had a bad feeling his friends at the FBI were playing with something they shouldn't be playing with. Either way, he was going to find out, but first he needed to eat!
Chapter Seven
MARK DIDN'T NOTICE THE BLACK SPORTS CAR
parked up the street, waiting like a panther for the right moment to strike. Mark walked back from across the street, and made his way through traffic and this time he managed not to tick anyone off because he decided to use the cross walk. Mark hit the unlock button and stopped dead in his tracks, there was a note sitting on the leather seat staring up at him as if to say, "Hello."
The paper looked expensive; he could tell from the feel of it...linen or something like it. A logo of sorts was stamped on the front, with raised letters popping from the paper that cried out like a warning, "WJA...Hmmm, interesting." He unfolded it and read the note.
"NO ACCIDENT!"
Mark looked around to see if he could spot the person who put the note in his car. People were walking up and down the street; anyone could have done it. What is that supposed to mean? No Acciden t? Mark thought about the explosion and a sickening feeling washed over him. Did someone think it was something other then an accident? That meant it was planned, an attack of some kind. He crumpled the note and shoved it into his pocket. Whatever it meant, he did not have the energy to think about it now. He felt drained, as if his life was being sucked from him, and all he wanted to do was crawl in bed underneath his warm covers and dream about what used to be. ________________________________________
THE MYSTERY WOMAN PULLED out into the street and followed Mark making sure to keep her distance, trying to stay three or four cars behind Marks BMW. She
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