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<Cut back to the CDC/EPA site, inside the truck, and Julie is brandishing several printouts, and talking to her boss.>
"That third biological is definitely the result of interactions of the bioweapon and the fertilizer. And in the process it appears to have weakened the bioweapon. Form the first results, I would expect the effects both to be non-fatal and wear off after about an hour. Which is very fortunate; without the weakening effect they'd have been deadly, and lasted for weeks. However, the accelerated breakdown is producing a weird range of effects. I really can't even try to isolate them. I'd guess that the site will be safe to enter in about 20 minutes, but I'd recommend a UAV analysis flight in about 15 minutes to confirm." Reported Julie.
"Good. From the analysis of the bioweapon, have you got an isotope and impurity analysis?"
"I'm ahead of you there." Julie enthused excitedly. "I've already done that; there are some quirks I've never seen, and I've tried it against the database we have in the truck, but they don't match anything there. I've sent the details back to base to search the databases and perform some extrapolation analyses see if we can get a match for the sources. I'd be confident we can pinpoint the source."
"Okay. So Y------" And a shout and several shots from outside interrupted the discussion and both startled and shocked everyone in the truck.
<Cut to outside the truck, and to the track leading out of the forest and into the site, guarded by the Rangers. In the distance, some form of dumper a truck can be seen, approaching at speed.>
"Halt." Shouts one of the NBC-suited rangers, whilst brandishing his gun in a way that says this is not up for discussion, and firing two more warning shots into the air. The truck appears to consider the options, and then notices the Apache helicopter hovering nearby, and slows down and eventually comes to a halt by the Ranger.
Slite leans out of the passenger window and said " Nyy V qvq jnf nfx vs YnmlFpbg jvyy rire pbzr bhg bs gur ohaxre.", as if by way of apology.
"Oh great. Foreigners." Said the ranger, adding, very slowly and loudly "STAY WHERE YOU ARE."
" ..-. ...- -.-- .-. .- .--. .-." Says Evil-Marc.
"Url. Lbh'er trggvat jbefr. Naq lbhe unve vf snyyvat bhg." Replied Slite, ignoring Evil-Marc's command.
" .-. -.-- ...- --.. ...- .- -. --. .-. / --. ..- .-. --.. / -. -.-- -.-- .-.-.-" ordered Evil-Marc into the microphone as he activated the tipper (releasing thousands of hairless, armed, angry, pan-dimensional, hyper-intelligent, meta-evil, time-travelling, dark jedi, pirate ninja squirrels) and started the concealed speakers playing the over-used opening to the third act of Wagner's The Valkyrie. And followed up with "--. -. -..- .-. / -... .... --. / .- -... . -. --.- .-.-.-", into the mundane radio link back to his base.
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