The Travis Theory Original Posted Sept 5 2010 By Remmy Meggs
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The Travis Theory By Remmy Meggs
CH19 Platinum
Homeland Security Director Freeman stood over the Presidents shoulder talking, "Sir, here is the lab in Russia." He pointed out on the map. "The Premier has moved troops into that area, hundreds, maybe thousands by now. They are sending samples of a flu-like bug to the CDC (Center for Disease Control) and several other countries to help figure out what they have. They are using a Vk-V60 long range fighter to get to Los Angeles, and from there we will Transport it to Atlanta. I will have our fighters escort them to Los Angeles when they arrive."
President Connors looked up, "Flu like? What does that supposed to mean?"
"We know it isn't smallpox, measles, HIV, Yellow fever, Tuberculosis, Cholera, or SARS. It could however be the bubonic plague, or a variant of H1N1. At this time we do not really know, and we do not know where it originated from but we do know that it affected a small village in Russia. This could be a threat to the entire world sir, a terrorist attack on America, or just what the Russians say it is. There are only two labs in the world that are secure, and one is the CDC. Everyone in the Russian lab is either dead, or been evacuated. They have asked for our help to find out what bug it is. What we do know is that it is lethal with a four hour to forty-eight hour incubation. They are not classifying it as the flu, but that is what they are telling their people." Freeman explained.
"Do we know how many people have been infected?" President asked.
"They haven't given us number, but it must be enough to make them worry. This will hit the news within the next twenty-four hours Mr. President." Freeman stated.
"The CIA has been informed of this?" Connors asked.
"They brought in the initial reports sir, but they didn't get the phone call asking for help. They also said they think it could mean they are staging a plague on America."
The President sat back in his chair, "Then for now we will go with the same story. Let me know of any changes immediately, and get the CDC working on it right away. Cancel any flights coming or going to Europe except the military flights. I can't afford something like this prior to election year."
Freeman stood up, "I will do that sir." Freeman paused, "Sir, this might be a good time to bring the troops home from overseas. If it is as deadly as they say it is, we will need them here to protect ourselves, and it won't hurt you in the election"
Connors looked at him, "It would take more than my say so to bring them back, and the whole world would want to know why."
Freeman left the Presidential office and headed for the CIA. During that time the CDC and other labs on remote American islands would be getting faxes with the information the Russians had to offer. He looked at his watch. Freeman believed that time was crucial. He had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. So great in fact, he turned around and went back up to the Presidential offices and waited his turn to get back in.
Freeman was called when the Russian jet landed. The cargo was moved to an American jet, and then began its journey to Atlanta. Freeman understood at that point, if the Russian Pilots have survived, then the package was secure.
The labs in Moscow had no idea why the American Scientific team died. They iced the bodies and packed them for the return to America, unaware of what was happening a thousand miles away in a small village. Mecheve was worried about not finding anything, but then again it could have been gas poisoning since they were archeologists.
He thought maybe the Americans could find out what happened to the poor souls. They had a larger staff and better equipment. He accompanied the caskets in the vehicles taking them to the airport, to make sure they were handled properly and the caskets strapped down securely.
He watched the intercontinental Boeing jet with 450 passengers take flight into the blue skies. It was spring and Russia was starting to warm up. He sighed and sat in the lead truck and turned to the driver, "So many dead, so many young people wanting to be scientists, their life snuffed out and we have no idea why."
The next morning Mecheve was sick. He did not feel like going to work. He called in to the office and no one answered the phone. He cursed and dialed the number again. When no one answered he left a message. He went and made a couple of eggs and rye toast and sat down in his living room and ate. He closed his eyes afterward, and he never woke up.
When the Kremlin called Mecheve at work he was not there. Agents were sent out and found an empty lab. They were there to stop Doctor Mecheve from sending the bodies back to America. The security detail went to Mescheve's home and found him sitting in his easy chair dead. The two agents decided they better find out where the rest of the labs staff was at. They called for the coroner and moved on to the next address.
The 747 pilot was not happy with the Russian agents on his aircraft. The large box they put on the craft was not so much abnormal, but the agents gave cause for alarm. He was told by his superiors that everything was fine, still inside his gut he knew something was amiss. Of course carrying the dead from one place to another happened on just about every flight. He was not even aware of the bodies in the cargo bay. Neither was he aware of a live specimen he carried that was going to the CDC in Atlanta.
If they were lucky the twelve hour flight would go without incident. However, that was not the case. Eight hours into the flight, an attendant came to the cabin and notified the Captain that three people were sick; one seemed to need medical attention. They could not turn around to Russia, so he continued to the United States. The stewardess took care of the sick the best she could. They were coughing, having breathing problems, and a fever. She put the three passengers at the back of the plane, while other stewardesses began serving dinner to the other passengers.
Two hours later the Captain was told one passenger had died. Twelve were deathly ill. The Captain called Los Angeles and asked for medical assistance to be waiting on the ground. He called it a medical emergency. The sick included two of the four Russian Service Agents.
By the time they began to circle LAX (Los Angeles International Airport) the passengers were in a panic. The co-pilot and the navigator were now sick as well. The pilot brought the aircraft down safely, but was not led to the terminal; instead he was directed away from the terminal to a remote area. As soon as the plane stopped, medical trucks, military trucks, as well as several vehicles painted white, surrounded the plane. There were no ambulances. Many came out with hazmat suits, and started up the ramp as soon as it was in place. Cargo carriers began unloading the cargo, including personal possessions of the passengers.
The Hazmat team, four with automatic rifles, entered the plane, and went directly to the Russian Agents. They took a silver box from them and left the plane. Four other men dressed in the same style suits entered the plane and escorted those that did not seem sick into large metal shipping boxes carried on semi-trucks. Another group checked the sick, and with stretchers took them out of the plane and put them in the metal containers. The pilot and his crew went through the same thing. There were no air holes for them, but there was water and food. The trucks started moving out. No one told the passengers why they were being treated this way.
The dead were left in the plane. All other vehicles left a wide birth as several fire trucks approached the aircraft. Then, without warning the aircraft exploded. Colonel Rowling watched the passengers leave on the trucks and said a prayer, "God make their suffering end soon." Behind him the 747 was burning with a mushroom cloud over it, similar to a very small atomic bomb.
Meanwhile, the caskets were loaded into other planes to be taken to their homes as far away as New York City, three; Kansas City, two; New Orleans, one; Phoenix, four; Dallas, one; Philadelphia, one; Miami, one; Atlanta, one; St. Louis, one; and Seattle; one.
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Georgy and several other children were placed in environmental hazard containers and shipped to Moscow. The children were not treated badly, but no one came near them. Children whose families were sick, and some of those family members had died. Georgy asked about his father and siblings, he asked what was happening. The soldiers said nothing but all of them had a worried look on their faces.
After three days, one soldier looked at the crying Georgy, "Whatever happened back in your city is spreading. They think you children survived and they want to run tests on you. Chances are you will not survive all the tests they want to do, or at least which you were dead."
Georgy was smart enough to know that meant they were going to dissect the children while they were alive. Georgy dried up his tears at that point and is mind started working on a way to escape what was about to happen.
They were taken to an underground lab outside of Moscow. They waited while soldiers stared at them and others signed papers. The new soldiers pushed the glass containers to an elevator and they went down several floors. When the children saw light again they were in a huge lab, and everyone there were in hazmat suits.
The containers holding the children were docked with a large room. Two men in hazmat suits unlocked the containers and told the children to leave the containers and take off their clothes and put the clothes in an incinerator. Slowly the children, including Georgy complied. They were then led into a shower and they were told to bathe while being watched by others.
Then they were led into another room with more people in it. They were each to receive a shot. Georgy was older than the other children. He knew the shot was not for their health but something horrible. He could see the operating tables in the room. Actually they were gurneys, but those led to the next room wear Georgy could see more than one operating table.
The boy of course could not see the elevator door open with several armed soldiers pushing everyone around and pointing guns at them. He did not see General Arkovich leading them. Arhovich was a longtime friend of Georgy's father.
Then a voice came over an intercom, "Put the older boy, the blond back into his container. Yes that one. Proceed with the others."
Naked, Gerogy pushed through the corridor back into the hazard containers and then taken back into the hallway. There he saw Archovich. Georgy yelled out, "General what are they doing?"
The General smiled, "They want to find out why you survived. You are safe now."
Georgy didn't think he was too safe; he was naked with armed people watching him. "What about the other children?" Georgy pleaded.
"With those children, they hope to find a cure for the flu virus that is killing so many. Their fate is out of my hands." The General had a tear I his eye, "I am sorry Georgy, there is nothing I can do."
A new oxygen tank was placed on the boy's cage. They carefully handed him a urine jar that would last for days, and several stool containers. Food would come later on the trip. The container was covered. Although Georgy could not talk to anyone or see where he was going he knew he was being lifted into a truck, and an hour later he could hear airplanes and jets. He was loaded into something where it became dark. Stickers were placed on the covered container.
Archovish said one last thing, "Georgy, you are going to America, there they will experiment on you, but they will not kill you. I will not see you again my boy. I do need to tell you something more that will sadden your heart. Your brothers, sisters, mother and father have all passed on my boy. There is nothing more I can hope to do for you. It is out of my hands and in the hands of God.
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