#forgettheglasses

Stupid. How could she have been so stupid? She had been visiting the main building to pick up some files that would help her with one of the deals she was brokering, and she had left the product in that nitwit’s records room. Her sloppy mistake meant that now she had to go back and talk to him again. Him and his chipper attitude and his chipper face and his stupid little deathtrap friend. She didn’t know why he had decided to make friends with one of the prototype mines, but she hoped it blew him up one of these days.

Mark was in the records room when Ingrid Hunnigan showed up again. They hadn’t hit it off particularly well for some reason. She seemed angry most of the time, but Mark had always tried to be friendly. He wasn’t sure why she was always so grumpy. His only issue with her was that she seemed to hate Donut and had tried to kick the little drone the last time they’d met. He heard her come in and tried to give a friendly greeting before getting cut off before the first words got out. “I’m just back because I left something.” Hunnigan quickly stepped into the room and tried to retrace her steps to find the case. It contained a number of pressurized canisters of T-Virus specially adapted for aerosol dispersion. The intended buyer wanted to be able to start a sizable infection and the company had developed an efficient tool for it. She just had to find the damn thing.

“Oh, right, I was wondering where that came from. It is right over here.” Mark grabbed the case off the shelf it had been left on. As he brought the case over, Donut popped out from under a shelving unit and clipped Mark’s foot as he was taking a step. He lost his balance, sending the case clattering to the floor. It popped open and the cargo, the precious glass vials of pressurized airborne T, clattered out of their spaces and shattered on the ground. It sounded like small gunshots as the internal pressure added the immediate threat of minor glass shrapnel to the more pressing concern of T contamination. Hunnigan stood for a moment in shock before turning to try and get away from the area. She searched for a door that wasn’t near the glass, that might be safe.  When she realized she was trapped in the room, she looked at Mark, hoping that he would have some other escape plan. Or at least be able to watch him die first for his clumsy cockup.

Mark was still standing near the spill, trying to wave the gas away like it was merely a bad smell. “Egads that reeks. I’m really sorry about that Miss. What was it? I…should I be running?”

“You idiot you’ve killed us both!” Hunnigan screamed. The records room wasn’t that big, and the units were designed to be able to disperse quite a lot of viral particles. The air everywhere was filled with a purple haze, and she could feel the beginnings of a tickling feeling along her airways. It had found her. She took another breath to start cussing Mark out but was stopped short by a coughing fit as the virus started to attack her. She doubled over coughing and gasping as she felt it

Mark, unaware that the ‘flu shot’ he’d received from his employer was the only thing keeping him from suffering the same fate, rushed over to Hunnigan, hoping to find some way to help. “What is wrong? Are you okay? Can you speak?”

Why is he not— the thought was cut off by another painful cough. It just added to the reasons she hated him. The last addition she’d make to that list. She tried to choke out a reply, but the effort only brought more coughing. She collapsed. Hunnigan didn’t move again.

"I honestly have to say that Liv (the author behind wristcomputer and forget-theglasses) is a spectacular roleplayer and person.  If it weren’t for her, I’d be gone from the fandom by now."

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