Post by Agent Keri Rogers on Jul 3, 2021 5:39:36 GMT
Thirteen innocent people.
Thirteen hospital rooms.
Thirteen patients.
Agent Keri Rogers sighed tersely as she flipped through the folder she'd been given on the case. All the victims were of completely different ages, different genders, races… The only commonality was that they all lived or worked in San Diego. The oldest woman, Darla Andrews, was already dead, and her husband, Joseph, was in critical condition. The chances of him living were getting slimmer by the second. Funnily enough, it wasn't the poisoning that had done it...no, it was the car crash they'd gotten into when Joseph's throat began to close.
The rest were young and healthy, but the toxin had still knocked them on their respective asses. The youngest victim, Dora Gomez, was only ten years old, and the photo of her splotchy skin and wide eyes in that hospital bed were already haunting Agent Rogers. She picked up her pace, heels clicking rhythmically down the hall as she approached the cyber division hall.
She knocked on Atticus West's door, but didn't wait for a reply to go in. She walked in like she owned the place and stood over the man with her arms crossed.
"Agent Rogers," she announced by way of introduction. "I assume you saw we've been assigned a case together?" She'd been given a folder because she liked hard copies, but these computer people usually got a digital file instead.
Thirteen hospital rooms.
Thirteen patients.
Agent Keri Rogers sighed tersely as she flipped through the folder she'd been given on the case. All the victims were of completely different ages, different genders, races… The only commonality was that they all lived or worked in San Diego. The oldest woman, Darla Andrews, was already dead, and her husband, Joseph, was in critical condition. The chances of him living were getting slimmer by the second. Funnily enough, it wasn't the poisoning that had done it...no, it was the car crash they'd gotten into when Joseph's throat began to close.
The rest were young and healthy, but the toxin had still knocked them on their respective asses. The youngest victim, Dora Gomez, was only ten years old, and the photo of her splotchy skin and wide eyes in that hospital bed were already haunting Agent Rogers. She picked up her pace, heels clicking rhythmically down the hall as she approached the cyber division hall.
She knocked on Atticus West's door, but didn't wait for a reply to go in. She walked in like she owned the place and stood over the man with her arms crossed.
"Agent Rogers," she announced by way of introduction. "I assume you saw we've been assigned a case together?" She'd been given a folder because she liked hard copies, but these computer people usually got a digital file instead.
