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Black Silence

File 1: Infiltrator

Ivan looked at his watch and sighed, his warm breath made a cloud of cooling air in the harsh cold of Siberia. This duty station was one of the worst ones he had ever been at; if the world had not already had its share of problems. Not too long ago when he was a teenager he remembered the walking dead. He spent many months with the survivors until the odd rain came. As suddenly as they had appeared the walking dead had fallen with only a few isolated pockets of them that were quickly eliminated.

It was the reason he had joined the Russian guard to protect the motherland against such threats. Now the husky looked forward to the end of his guard shift and to the warmth of his bed. He glanced idly off to the mountains, the facility he was guarding was suppose to be a secret base. Once the world recovered from the undead threat it had once again resumed business as usual and suspicions flared.

Something caught his eye at the end of the bridge and he turned looking down the scope of his rifle. He though he had seen something; like a black stripe among the white of the snow, and it moved with lightning swiftness. At first he was going to sound the alarms, but curiosity got the best of him, he wanted to make sure that he wasn't just imagining things. Ivan carefully made his way near the bridge and switched his rifle off safe as he walked closer to the bridge.

"Hello?!" Ivan called out in his native tongue. There was a rustle near the bridges end and Ivan advanced faster. He kept his distance as he edged around the corner rifle pointed. Ivan blinked as he saw the oddest thing. A female was there in the snow with barely any clothes on; it had to be at least ten below and she was only in what looked like a halter top and shorts.

She had black and white fur indicating she was a skunk and contrary to her attire she was not even shivering. She looked no older than her early twenties and she looked up to him with bright blue eyes. She stayed completely still and Ivan thought that she might be already flash frozen.

"Das vi danya..." She said before she suddenly lunged, planting an unnaturally strong uppercut to Ivan's chin. Ivan did not even have time to react as she swung around with a roundhouse kick to the side of his temple and Ivan spun to the ground seeing stars.

"Sorry comrade, but I need to borrow your clothes." She said in his language. "But soon you'll be warm enough."

The next thing Ivan knew was he was hoisted up on the female's shoulder as she carried him to a sheltered area.

"Goodnight..." Was the last thing Ivan heard before she struck him and he fell unconscious; next thing that Ivan awoke to was the smell of smoke and when he opened his eyes he saw that there was light everywhere. Cautiously Ivan got to his feet and looked out the door to the guard shack. The facility was on fire and it seemed that the local authorities were trying to put out the flame. Ivan shook his head clear and looked to the devastated structure. How was he going to file this in his report?

"Why does Russia need to be so cold...?" Cole mumbled to himself as he sat at the bus stop. The wolf had been out there now for three hours waiting and he was getting frozen in places he never knew that he could freeze in. The covert operations and tactics division or C.O.A.T. for short wanted him to deliver some information to this super agent that they had been raving about. First a zombie outbreak occurred only a few decades ago and now they were back to the fucking cold-war? Cole shook his head and looked down at his brief case sitting on the ground. "Some things never change..." he muttered.

"Do you have a smoke?" A female voice came from behind him and Cole nearly jumped out of his fur. He looked behind him to see a skunkette standing there holding a brief case and wearing a nylon padded weather jacket, long woolly pants, cold weather boots and a ushanka.

"Uhh... I only have a light." Cole responded the challenge and pass phrase.

"That will have to do." She said and sat next to him setting her briefcase next to his. She pulled out a slim cigar case and placed one of the cigars in her mouth. Cole hastily pulled out his lighter and lit it for her. The skunkette inhaled and then casually blew out a smoke ring.

"Cole Hannah..." He said trying to be calm as possible.

"Carla..." She responded and took another drag from her narrow cigar.

"Your room has been set up, and all the gargoyles are in place." Cole looked at her from the corner of his eye. The gargoyles were camera's that were hooked up for surveillance. It was said she was one some kind of secret special agent, something like a female super spy or something like that. Yet, she looked as normal as ever with no hint of anything of that special training to indicate such a thing.

"Thank you Mr. Hannah." Carla said as she exhaled the smoke and picked up his briefcase in exchange. She then walked across the street and entered the hotel that had been set up for her.

Cole had to double back a few times before he himself entered the hotel and he went up to his room. When he got in all he wanted to do was take a hot shower and go to bed before C.O.A.T. called him for another assignment. He looked around his room one bathroom, two beds, a TV, and small side kitchen. As he set down the briefcase on one of the two beds, it beeped and suddenly the case swung open to reveal a LCD screen and keyboard.

"What the...?" Cole said backing up suspiciously from it. The screen came to life and the face of a very familiar lion came up; Robert Kerigan his boss.

"Cole you'll be working with Agent Carla on this assignment. Await further instruction from this point on, Kerigan out." Then the screen went blank and Cole arched and eyebrow before closing the case and setting it to the side. There was a sudden knock on his door and Cole muttered under his breath about not getting a moments rest.

Cole stood off to the side of the door and looked through the peephole. The skunkette from before was standing outside his door expectantly. He quickly undid the locks on the door and opened it as she sauntered in still holding the briefcase.

"Uh... hi..." Cole said trying to be as friendly as possible. Carla instead reached into her pocket for something and Cole backed up a bit. From her coat pocket she produced a piece of jerky and took a bite of it showing that her canines were a bit elongated and sharp. She chewed idly as she looked Cole up and down before she swallowed and spoke.

"Hypermetabolic Psychophysical Acceleration... eating helps me calm my stomach..." Carla explained walking past Cole and looking around the room.

"Excuse me?" Cole said not understanding what Carla had referred to.

"I'm hungry most of the time... my body absorbs and uses food at a faster than normal pace, at least I keep my figure." Carla said taking another bite of the jerky and chewing.

"Oh..." Cole only slightly comprehended, maybe she had some kind of medical condition? He was put off however, by her seemingly aloof and uncaring attitude, but it still didn't stop him from giving her a good glance over as she took off her coat tossing it onto one of the beds.

"Our cover is that we are married... cliche... and that we are here on vacation for the month." Carla frowned setting down her briefcase and opening it up. Inside were the disassembled dull matte black parts to a firearm. Carla picked up the parts and with fluidity and grace assembled the gun. Cole stood there mesmerized before she turned and tossed the gun to him. Cole caught it and took a good hard look at the weapon.

"A CP-560? Isn't it still in its prototype test stages though..." Cole looked it over, light as a feather, with seemingly two barrels and a magazine of seven .45 caliber.

"What's this?" Cole examined the lower barrel which looked smaller than top barrel. Carla took out the manual for it and flipped through.

"Five millimeter grenade launcher..." She said idly "Impressive..."

Cole looked at the weapon and determined that the button on the side must be how the grenade was launched and put the safety on before he adjusted his holster and set it on the bedside.

"You must have impressed someone to get that as your issued weapon agent Hannah." Carla ruffled out her short hair and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Are you going to take a shower or anything?" Cole asked her.

"I'll shower later, I don't sleep." Carla said and turned on the TV.

Cole sighed and walked to the shower taking off his shirt as he went. When he came out Carla was still sitting on the edge of the bed idly chewing on another piece of jerky as she looked over the papers from her briefcase and then looked up at Cole wearing only a towel.

"Just pick up your clothes Agent Hannah I'm not your mother..." Carla said and went back to studying her papers. Cole huffed but picked up his clothes and got half dressed before laying on the one of the beds. He was surprised that he nearly instantly fell asleep.

Cole did not know how long he was out for, but when he opened his eyes the room was empty and he sat up. The shower was running and he summarized that Carla might be in there at the moment. He was correct as after a bit the shower stopped and the sound of a hair dryer drummed for a while; finally she stepped out of the bathroom shamelessly naked, her fur was a bit puffed out. She walked right past him to her suitcase and picked out some panties and a bra to wear.

Cole quickly looked away as Carla glanced at him, but she said nothing as she got dressed.

"Time to get ready for the party Agent Hannah. Your part of the mission is in that folder on the dresser." Carla indicated it then continued to look through her clothes before she found a fetching blue gown. "Let hope your high recommendation is well earned."

The cars arriving at the house of the Russian minister of defense were numerous and there was no trouble slipping in with the guest. Cole could only swallow his anticipation as Carla hooked her arm through his and they walked up the steps. Suddenly, a big burley husky was standing in the way. He said something in Russian that Cole did not understand.

However, Carla spoke something and laid her head against Cole's arm and smiled in a most disarming manner. The large husky eyed them both and then made a motion as if telling them to walk in. Cole stepped in with Carla alongside him.

"What did you say to him?" Cole whispered.

"I told him how you're a big-shot oil broker looking to make a deal, and that his boss would loose resources if they did not confer with you." Carla said with a smile. Cole noticed how different she was now; her demeanor and attitude had switched from icy cold to warm and charming.

"I actually like your present countenance; you don't have to be so abrupt with me you know." Cole said softly as they entered the ballroom.

"You don't want to know the real me..." Carla said darkly while wearing a smile.

"The real you?" Cole muttered under his breath.

"Lets just get to work so we can leave quickly." Carla said as she smirked to some of the other guests.

Getting up stairs was the hard part, they had to bypass numerous guards which they avoided and alarms all of which Carla disabled without much trouble. Once they reached the target room Carla carefully opened the door and then ushered Cole in. Once inside Cole got to work, using his forearm strapped mini-computer he proceeded to hack into the system. This, for Cole, was the easy part.

"What are we looking for?" Cole asked unsure about their objective.

"I'll tell you when we see it." Carla said watching the screen while also looking towards the door. Carla glanced back down at the screen.

"There!" Carla hissed and pointed to one line that read about some kind of compound that was being offered.

"E.E.M.C.3?" Cole blinked and decided to study it later and then quickly downloaded the file onto his specially formatted jump drive.

"By the way if you try to take a look at it I'll have to kill you..." Carla said as they quickly packed up and headed for the exit. When they got back to the hotel Cole was still silent as Carla set the drive into an encrypter and transferred it.

"L-look I'm not stupid, I know that the E.E.M.C.2 compound caused the zombie epidemic..." Cole had to stop his sentence as he found a pistol suddenly under his chin. Carla's draw had been so quick he did not have time to react to it.

"They are called ‘Carriers' not ‘Zombies' Agent Hannah." Carla said in a steely tone, almost defensively as if she were somehow offended. She holstered he pistol which seemed to be a simple semi-auto nine millimeter handgun. Carla went back to the business in hand and Cole looked away, but out of the corner of his eye he could see that she wiped her eyes a bit; tears...?

Cole took off his coat and tossed it on his bed as Carla mirrored him and set down her coat on her bed as well. Cole felt a little odd about what had happened and he wanted to say something despite the fact that he thought that Carla was kind of a bitch.

"Umm..." Cole tried to find the words "Look I'm sorry if I said something wrong back there... I mean I guess that maybe someone close to you became a carrier and that you had to ‘deal with' them. I'm sorry if I sounded so... cold..." Cole tried to emphasize the word looking to Carla who just stared her coat on the bed.

"Sorry to seem so cold, but it's not good for others to get too close to me." Carla said not looking back to Cole. "For what its worth I might have deserved that, you're a nice guy, keep it that way..."

Cole stared at Carla for a long time with nothing but the silence in the room seeming to deafen him. Finally Carla turned to him and looked him right in the eyes, for a moment her normally pretty blue eyes seemed to flash in an unnatural way and Cole could not help but stepping back a pace in uneasiness.

"Goodnight Cole..." Carla said as she disrobing as she walked away from him. She was naked by the time she reached the far side of the bed and she slipped under the covers seeming to just stare up at the ceiling blinking every so often.

Cole stripped down to his underwear and t-shirt and then climbed into his own bed. He rolled over with his back to her and closed his eyes. Cole was in the darkness and it was all consuming, he dreamed back to when he was in the academy, testing every day, learning how to handle firearms. It was not really even his primary role, his primary role was anything that had to do with computers; he could circumvent firewalls, sniffing out network passwords, and cracking databases with all the right equipment.

He graduated as top of his class in data cryptology and computer countermeasures and then he had gotten this assignment. Then there was Carla, cold and beautiful, a regular ice queen, it seemed that she had been trained in all aspects except his particular field. No doubt that she was some kind of lethal combatant, maybe she wasn't brainy and that's why she needed a partner like him.

As Cole's subconscious began to roll out thoughts he thought he felt a warm body sliding up next to him. He rolled over and was greeted by warm lips and hands stroking down his body. He could not tell if this was a dream or reality, but he would not deny what was happening. His hands stroked back petting over her smooth curving female flank. It was no doubt Carla that was right now with him; Cole reached up and massaged her breasts warmly.

She did not stop him as her tongue found his and a slow and intricate dance of their tongues developed as they kissed. Carla's body moved with eagerness and Cole felt her reaching down to stroke over his member. As Carla began to help him remove his clothes Cole's cock was already fully erect as he moaned from her touch and his hands grasped her buttocks as Carla moved into position.

Cole let Carla do as she pleased as the skunkette lowered herself onto him and he felt her tightness encircle him. Cole watched her gasp as he rolled his hips to hers. Cole could feel their bodies intertwining his dark gray fur meshing against her black and white silkiness. He could not help but gasp in pleasure as he gently bucked up into her and was rewarded with another soft squeal from her as he felt his cock tip bumping into her cervix.

He continued to pump up into her as she arched her back letting him gain a full silhouette of her breasts as they bounced from each thrust and he moaned lightly as he watched her ride upon him. Carla ran her fingers through her hair and then cupped her own breasts as she rutted upon him. Cole placed his hands on hers as he continued to piston his penis in and out of her, over and over again.

Cole could feel that sensation of ecstasy building in him and knew that it would not be long now before he would cum, he did not know if Carla was on birth control or anything else of the sort, but one thing was for certain she looked like she had no intention of stopping. Cole was going to try and tell her that he didn't want things to get complicated, but he could not speak, he could only hear his name being called.

"Cole! Cole!" Carla's voice said, but it didn't seem to be in a pleasured tone to match her face. "Agent Hannah! Wake up!"

Cole's eyes opened and he was blinded by the sudden light of day as he sat up. Carla was already up in her panties and bra, opening up the curtains. Cole realized he was still in his bed clothes and that his malehood was engorged. It had been a dream...

Quickly Cole disarrayed the sheets to hide his embarrassment and rubbed his eyes looking as Carla got dressed into her normal clothes. Well at least the dream had been good enough even though it was all too far fetched to happen. Cole got dressed quickly after calming his raging erection and once they were both dressed they headed down stairs for breakfast.

"We are meeting with our contact who will give us some travel papers and who we will exchange the information." Carla explained to Cole as they walked towards the restaurant. It was eight in the morning and it was still cold as heck. As Cole walked along side Carla he realized that something was not right. It seemed something was horribly amiss. He was about to say something when Carla also tensed up.

"They are here... we have to abort the drop off..." Carla said still walking towards the restaurant, yet Cole heard the click of her pistol in her pocket being thumbed off safe. Cole reached into his coat and dug around as if looking for his wallet.

They reached the terrace and Carla spun around grabbing Cole and yanking him down as she kicked over a table and they hunkered down behind it. Shots were fired which easily went through the wooden table. Not that it mattered to Carla, but the table was just to use as a distraction. Cole rolled for the doorway as a dozen screaming patrons who were enjoying a nice breakfast, now stampeded out of the restaurant as Carla leaned out from behind her inefficient cover and returned fire.

She was rewarded as a mortally wounded husky fell from the corner of an alleyway dropping his pistol.

"Over there!" Cole shouted and drew his gun taking aim for a low rooftop which a rifle wielding assailant was. Cole fired two shots and the rifle fell from the building and his target went down. Three more huskies care running out from the alleyway shouting in Russian. Carla was on the move she took aim at the front of the three and fired a double tap. It was textbook precision, one in the stomach one in the head.

The second attacker fired at Carla and Cole watched and Carla retreated back behind the table with a jerk. A splash of red hit the snow and Cole gasped seeing Carla bleeding from her shoulder.

"Just a scratch!" She yelled at Cole and returned fire with three more shots dropping another one of the advancing attackers; the third ducked down behind a short wall. Cole took aim at the wall and held the pistol with two hands, his index finger pressed the button for the grenade launcher and with heavy recoil the explosive charge sailed to the wall and detonated on impact sending their hiding foe tumbling backwards through the air. The attacker flopped to the ground dead and Cole breathed a sigh.

"Good job Agent Hannah!" Carla called out and then swung out looking for other attackers. The one that Carla had shot three times was still moving Carla walked up to him pistol trained on him. As she walked up on him, he suddenly leapt up and lunged. Cole was horrified to see that the husky held a long shank in his hands, Carla didn't seem to notice until it was too late.

The sickening sound of metal going through flesh was heard and suddenly the tip of the makeshift blade was protruding the Carla's back at about chest height.

"No!" Cole screamed and pointed his pistol to take a headshot on the murderous attacker, but to Cole shock and surprise Carla simply grabbed her killer by the head with both hands and gave it a sudden over-rotational twist. There was no doubt that the husky's neck was instantly snapped as he fell to the snow the shank pulling from Carla's body and landed blood soaked on the snow covered ground.

Cole stood there for a moment unsure if Carla was still alive or dying as she stood. In a still near petrified stare he watched her turn and casually walk over to the restaurant and entered it. When Carla did not emerge Cole ran to the doorway and looked inside to see the skunkette sitting at an abandoned table, still laid out with food. Currently she had a piece of lizard sausage on a fork chewing it as if nothing had happened. The blood stain from the wound was still in the center of her chest and the gunshot wound on her shoulder, but she didn't even seem fazed by her injuries.

Cole could have sworn that it had been a sure-kill stab she had received to her heart. Cole was utterly speechless as he watched Carla woof down another piece of sausage that had been deserted by its previous consumer. He sat across from her looking at her with nearly a slack jaw. After a few moments he built up enough breath to speak.

"A-are you ok?" Cole said feeling silly, of course she wasn't ‘ok' she had just been ran through. However, she nodded almost unconcerned.

"They were right... this restaurant does cook good sausage." Carla commented and took another bite chewing slowly.

"Shouldn't we... you know... get you to a hospital?" Cole suggested idly picking up a still hot, but half empty mug of coffee and sipping it with a trembling hand, trying to keep his composure.

"No." Carla said and took a sip of coffee from the mug on her end of the table.

"I-If you say so..." Cole said and tried not to look unnerved. After Carla finished her plate she got up and began to walk out.

"We have to find out how we are going to reach out contact now, let's go back to the hotel and try and contact the boss." Carla reached into her other pocket and produced a few rubles and set them on the counter. Cole followed her and stayed silent all the way back to the hotel.

When they got back Carla took off her coat and her shirt and sighed. She seemed more concerned about her clothes than herself. There seemed to be a blood stain running down her back and Cole sat on the bed watching her. Carla took off what remained of her bra and huffed.

"Shit! This was my good sports bra, my shirt is also ruined, my fault for getting too careless..." Carla commented and turned to Cole topless with a small package of what looked like alcohol wipes.

"Here help me clean off my fur and don't get fresh..." Carla said with a warning edge in her voice. Cole cooperated and swabbed over the area of the bloodstain. There was no hole there, no indication of a wound. Cole carefully cleaned off Carla's fur as she swabbed between her breasts and then her shoulder where the bullet wound had seemed to magically disappear.

After they were done, Carla made sure that they burned the swabs using a specially contained miniaturized incinerator and then Carla looked over herself in the mirror. As she did that Cole picked up what was left of Carla's bra. The center stitching had a hole clean through with her blood soaked into it, by normal appearances the item of clothing was ruined.

Carla unceremoniously snatched the bra from Cole and threw it into the incinerator along with her shirt. Carla looked over her coat and frowned.

"Well it will have a small hole in it but its still usable we just have to clean it a little. Carla set it down and swabbed it off with another alcohol pad before deeming it suitable to wear again. She then went through her suitcase to find a new bra and shirt to put on. Cole looked to the coat them back to Carla who seemed careless about that very deadly encounter they just had.

"How d-did you survive?" Cole asked fidgeting nervously. Carla looked over her shoulder at him and then looked back to her suitcase.

"Do you really want to know? You might not like the answer..." Carla said with an edge of hostility in her voice. Cole considered it for a full ten seconds before he nodded solemnly. Carla sighed again and muttered a curse under her breath.

"I'm... I'm carrying the E.E.M.C.2 compound." Carla said darkly.

"I know you have it on disk..." Cole said and then shut up quickly as Carla gave him a glare.

"No... I'm a carrier... the information on the disk for E.E.M.C.3... I'm one of the carriers infected with the original compound." Carla said pulling her shirt over her head.

Cole drew his weapon feeling a bit woozy and he pointed it at Carla.

"S-Stay back!" he stammered, but to no avail as Carla turned to him and her eyes glazed over white before her fang filled mouth opened and she lunged at him. Cole was tackled to the ground as Carla tried to rip and tear into him.

"Cole!" Carla seemed to scream in hunger. "Cole!"

Cole snapped awake to see a very normal looking Carla sitting over him with an arched brow. They last thing Cole remembered was her telling him something...

Cole rolled away from Carla and reached for his pistol pulling it out and pointing it at her. Then he realized she was making no hostile advances.

"You fainted when I told you the truth. You can start feeling like a sissy now..." Carla stood up and smirked teasingly. Cole was unsure what to do so instead he lowered his gun and flicked the safety back on. He was utterly confused now as Carla sat down on the edge of the bed and crossed her arms with a hurt expression on her face.

Cole took a deep breath and then slowly holstered his weapon and sat down on the very far edge of the bed next to Carla's. He looked over her as she stared at him with her deep blue eyes that seemed to shine with an uncanny light.

"A-aren't carriers... dead?" Cole asked, unsure of how to word his question.

"I was dead..." Carla said looking at her hands and then looking up to Cole.

"I mean... you don't look..." Cole trailed off and gave a guilty glance downward.

"The compound brought me back to life... originally from what I can recall was I was on the way to my classes when I saw this hurt elderly feline crossing the road. I stopped to help him and he nearly bit my pinky finger clean off. I wrapped it and then felt strange. The next thing I know I'm standing in a shack and I hear some noises outside, so I went out to investigate. I had no idea of what was happening, but I saw a young male and female out in a junkyard firing a gun." Carla's eyes seemed to grow distant and a regretful look seemed to cross her face.

"I wandered into a shack and from the reflection of a window I saw myself... I was hideous. Nothing like I had looked like before, I hid in the shack and then the teenagers came back with another female. I watched them for a bit before they found me there." Carla seemed to smile recalling the details of this particular moment.

"I was hungry and they gave me food, I talked with them and they brought some other beings, the police I think, to take me away. I was studied closely by a Professor who determined that I was 'getting better' and that the E.E.M.C.2 compound was actually regenerating my dead cells back to life." Carla furrowed her brow and then looked up to Cole.

"Later when my organs began working again, I was approached by the government who wanted to turn me into a weapon. I gently rejected the idea and instead they trained me for this... espionage, cloak and dagger stuff... and here I am today." Carla sighed and looked back down to her hands.

"How long have you been doing this?" Cole asked now feeling more confused than before.

"About two decades or so... you wouldn't believe it but I'm technically eighty years old..." Carla began counting on her fingers. "I was twenty one when I first was bitten... Vic and Tami were nineteen when they met me and then I started to revive three years after that, two years of training so if you want to get technical I've been doing this job for twenty-five years."

"So what did they train you to do?" Cole asked astounded by what he had just been told.

"Well they gave the a standard agent's training first, firearms, hand to hand combat, and my choice of three languages to learn. Later they gave me extensive hand to hand training, security systems bypassing, marksmanship, five more languages, close quarters combat, demolitions, and the rest I've picked up along the way." Carla said thoughtfully as she tried to recall everything she had been taught.

"What languages do you know other than Russian?" Cole queried wondering if she had been in any other major operations beforehand.

"Japanese, Arabic, Cantonese, Mandarin, French, German, and Korean. Also picked up bits of Egyptian, Latin, and Portuguese." Carla listed as she looked to Cole. "And you?"

"Ummm... Spanish, Arabic, and Tagalog." Cole said awkwardly.

"Seems like they want all of use to learn Arabic..." Carla said and exhaled.

"Well in all terms they did turn you into a weapon, but... for a dead being you sure look great." Cole said trying to lighten the mood a little.

"Was that a joke Agent Hannah?" Carla said arching a brow to him. Cole nodded and gave a weak smile. Carla snorted with a slight smile.

"Well I do try and keep my figure." Carla responded and then her face grew hard again. "Unfortunately we'll have to continue the pleasantries later, we have to find our contact so we can get extracted this might be bigger than we think."

Carla began plugging in the encrypter into her laptop and Cole blinked.

"What are you doing?" Cole asked.

"Can you re-encrypt something and make it look like it has not been compromised before hand?" Carla asked as she typed in the password for the encryption.

"Um... yes. I need some equipment though." Cole said

"Then don't worry as long as you never mention this I don't have to kill you." Carla said and accessed the files. Cole was startled as the screen pulled up information on the E.E.M.C.3 compound. It showed written and documented test results as well as procedures that were taken in order to keep any incident contained, but the notes were not in Russian.

"What is this?" Cole asked trying to keep up with Carla as she read.

"This is worse than we feared. We knew that a few counties were doing experimentation after capturing or detaining some of the carriers, but none of them had a notion of what they were dealing with. It seems that they found out about the E.E.M.C.2 that is injected to a being upon a bite being issued. They took that after milking a few carriers of it they broke it down and reconstructed it." Carla explained

"They are trying to make super-soldiers, but they might restart the apocalyptic events that happened so very long ago, if they fuck up." Carla said accessing some image and video files.

"And have they succeeded in making soldiers or monsters?" Cole asked

"So far... very bad..." Carla said as they watched a chained cat get injected by a scientist. The subject began to thrash and then broke free instantly turning homicidal white iris eyes to the camera as the carrier grew big and stronger. He tore the screaming scientist in half and then was suddenly engulfed in flames as the other monitoring scientists sanitized the room incinerating everything within it.

"Fuck..." Carla hissed.