Exposure: Day #1
“If you are joining us right now, America is once again under attack. About forty minutes ago, a missile detonated in the air above the metropolitan area of Boston. The explosion has released a chemical agent that has contaminated the area with a deadly virus that…” The new anchor paused for a moment to double check the report on the paper in front of her to see if what she was about to read was correct. She turned towards her floor director and brought her hands up in a questioning gesture to see if the material was confirmed. The director slowly nodded his head, still unable to believe the report that he had passed on to the anchor earlier. The anchor faced the camera and cleared her throat. “Excuse me, the explosion has released a chemical agent that has contaminated the area with a deadly virus that turned the majority of the civilian population into biological mutants.”
Exposure Day #4
“Day four into our coverage of the Lupine virus that has infected the population of Boston Massachusetts. The military has completed the quarantine action and now the majority of the city is surrounded by a five story concrete perimeter wall with a 24-hour surveillance of the...” The anchor was then interrupted by a message from her earpiece. “We have breaking news, the President is expected to make a statement about this situation.” The screen went black for a moment and then turned to a room with an empty podium and the White House logo on the wall behind. A familiar face known to almost every person in the world had entered the frame and stood behind the podium. The President of the Untied States adjusted the microphone in front of him then took a deep breath. “Good evening. Tonight I can report to the American people that we have conducted a successful operation that has captured the bio terrorist responsible for the attack on the city of Boston. Liam Szever, also known as the mutant fugitive “Canine” is now in American custody. He will answer for one the worst attacks in American history, thank you.”
"Wake up!" An angry shout followed by a slap against Liam's face brought him back to the conscious world. His head felt heavy and vision blurry as he tried to look up towards the man in front of him. "Welcome back to Boston you piece of sh*t." The man spoke again before throwing a punch that connected with Liam's temple. His eyes widened as the painful sensation overwhelmed him. "Mr. Dascomb, that is enough for the moment. Let our guest recover his senses so that he can answer our questions." Another voice echoed in the small dark room, it's source was a speaker against the far wall beside a large pane of one-way glass. "Yes sir." Liam's interrogator answered as he backed away from the prisoner. Liam's sight had become clear now and looked around the room. The room was the size of a jail cell with the majority of the walls constructed of steel and the ground made of concrete. Mathew Dascomb stood by the door, arms folded across his chest and the look of pure rage inhabited his face. The man's white dress shirt and black tie were stained with Liam's blood who had found himself restrained to the chair in the middle of the room. "Why the Hell am I here?" Liam asked with a raspy voice. Dascomb then approached and threw several more shots that battered against Liam's now fragile skull. "Mr. Dascomb! I said that was enough! Do I need to remove you from the premises?" The voice echoed from the speaker once more, which forced the interrogator to back off once again shaking his head as a response to the question. "Very well, Liam Szever. You are held in a military installation just outside of the quarantine zone of Boston, the city that you unleashed a biological agent upon it's civilian population four days ago. We want to know where the launch codes for the other missiles are?"
Liam looked towards the glass with a confused expression. "What launch codes? What other missiles?" He asked. Dascomb cracked his knuckles, he was extremely irritated by Liam. "The launch codes to the missiles targeting the three other unspecified cities that you claim will detonate in less than twenty-three hours! Where are they Mr. Szever?" The voice from the speaker seemed impatient. "I don't know! I had nothing to do with the Lupine Virus!" Liam shouted towards the glass. "We compared the DNA samples between the infected and yours, Canine. It's an exact match you b*stard. You have killed tens of thousands of people." Dascomb replied, his voice was shaking and his arm trembled from the adrenaline.
"You killed my wife!" Dascomb shouted, attacking with a frenzy of punches. "Get security in there I want Mr. Dascomb detained. NOW!" Within seconds four armed men had entered the room, two of them aiming their sidearms towards Mathew as the other two struggled to pull the crazed interrogator away from the bloody mess that was Liam. "I... Wish I... Really did, Dascomb." Liam said with a smile between fits of coughing up blood. "I'll Kill You!" Dascomb screamed at the top of his lungs, his eyes burning with rage as he was being removed from the room.
After fifteen minutes of absolute silence, the door opened and a man dressed in a black suit had entered.He looked at Liam with surprise as the wounds received from Dascomb had vanished. "My name is Walter Miller, Mr. Szever. That was my voice on the intercom." He closed the door behind him and scratched at his beard. "I would apologize for Mr. Dascomb's actions but you deserve as much pain as you have inflicted on this country. However we need the locations of the launch codes and the missiles, also we need the locations of the cities you have targeted." Walter's voice was stern, his eyes serious as they glared at Liam, who shook his head in response. "I don't know, sir. Like I said I had nothing to do with the Lupine Virus, I have been framed." Walter approached and crouched down to meet Liam eye to eye. "You are lying. We have a letter from you taking responsibility for Boston and will attack three more cities with the same virus tomorrow. So, answer my questions now, willingly, or we will force you to answer them."
Liam leaned forward and smirked. "I would like to see you try."