Chapter 16 Chapter Fourteen Blood in the Water

Edward.Foley's private jet is a big and ugly Lockheed C|141 transport plane, called a garbage hauler by fighter jet manufacturers, and its cargo hold is like a large trailer.Its origin is very interesting. It was originally used as a recovery device for the Apollo astronauts and was built by Airflow Corporation.It can make senior officers feel at home while traveling and is almost exclusive to senior intelligence officers.From the outside, Foley's plane looked like any other: big, green, and ugly. The plane landed at Andrews Air Force Base before noon, after a total of 17 hours, nearly 7,000 miles of tiring flight and two aerial refuelings.Foley was accompanied by three people, two of whom were security guards known as security officers.The in-flight shower improved their mood, and the night's sleep was not interrupted by signals that started hours before landing.As the plane stopped taxiing and the doors opened, Foley felt refreshed.Rarely has anything this miraculous happened to Andrew's base before, and what's even better is that his wife is there waiting to greet him with a kiss.Hi dear!We really should fly like this together once.her husband said with a wink.Then he turned to worrying questions: What's going on in Iraq?

Something is happening.At least nine, perhaps two dozen senior officials got together in a secret small meeting.We don't know the exact content, but it's not that we can't feel the slightest clue.They got into the trunk and she handed him a file and said: By the way, you got a promotion. What?Edward looked up from the folder. Director of the CIA, we're doing Project Blue, Wren wants you to testify before Congress.I'm still Deputy Chief of Operations so I can run my department the way I want.isn't it, dear?She smiled sweetly.She then explained to him other problems she had encountered that day.

Clark has his own office in Langley.Due to his seniority, there is an open parking lot in front of his office, and there is a forest in the distance, directly facing a small windowless room.He could even share a secretary with four other senior officers.His title was Officer in Training, and he had to come to headquarters frequently to deliver reports and be briefed on new jobs, but he didn't like it here.Headquarters here is like any other, the office guys always do things their way, don't allow anything out of the ordinary, don't mind working overtime even if you miss your favorite TV shows.They especially don't like surprises, and they don't like data that requires thinking in their heads.They are bureaucratic tails in the intelligence agencies, but in the CIA the tails are big enough to shake a whole dog.This phenomenon is not strictly surprising, but when things turned bad, he was the one who risked his life on the front line.Had he been killed, he would have quickly become a dregs in memos, quickly in files, forgotten by national intelligence evaluators who did not rely on the press.

Did you hear the news this morning, Mr. Clark?Chavez asked softly as he entered the room. I heard it at five o'clock.He held up the dossier with the blue plan printed on it.Since he hated paper work, he was always on high nerves when he was dealing with paperwork and wanted to get rid of it as soon as possible. So, go to the CNN channel.John did so, expecting news that would surprise his office.He got the news, but wasn't as surprised as he'd expected. Ladies and gentlemen, let us welcome Mr. President. Wren walked into the newsroom and stood behind the podium, looking down at his notebook.There were six rows of eight seats in front, and every row he saw was full of people.

Thank you for coming so early.Jack said in the most relaxed tone possible. The recent events in Iraq affect the security of the region, in which the United States and its allies have significant interests.We are not saddened by the death of the President of Iraq; the man who, as you know, instigated two wars of invasion, savagely suppressed the Kurdish minority within the country, and denied his own people the most fundamental human rights. Iraq should be a prosperous country.It has a large oil deposit, a considerable industrial base and a well-educated population. What it lacks is a government that can care about the people.We hope that the passing of the previous leader will provide an opportunity suitable for such an opportunity.Jack looked up from his notebook.

Therefore, the United States wants to extend a hand of friendship to Iraq.We hope for an opportunity to normalize relations between the two countries and to end the hostility between Iraq and its Gulf neighbors.I have instructed acting secretary of state scott .Adler contacted the Iraqi government and arranged a meeting of mutual interest.If the new regime is willing to discuss human rights and agree to fair and free elections, the United States is willing to lift economic sanctions against Iraq and quickly restore full diplomatic relations. It is time to end the hostilities.It is a shame for us to allow a region with such rich natural wealth to become a place of turmoil. The United States is willing to be a faithful mediator and help bring peace and stability to this region.

We look forward to a goodwill response from Baghdad for initial contact.President Wren closed the file and put it aside. This is my official statement.Do you have any other questions?There was a short pause. Sir, this morning, as you know, the "New York Times" reporter first called, former Vice President Ed.Kirti claims he is the president and you are not.What do you think? Mr. Kirti's claims are baseless and worthless.Jack answered coldly, the next question. Ren, who had vowed never to play this kind of game, had to give in now.The statement he just made could easily be handed off to his press secretary for the president or a spokesman for the State Department, but here he is standing here by himself, in front of the lights, the faces that gather, and it feels like a A lonely Christian, facing a pack of lions in the Colosseum.Well, at this time, Secret Service agents can come in handy!

The next thing is what if he really didn't resign? The Time reporter emphasized above the rest. He has indeed resigned.Otherwise, how could I have been appointed.Therefore, your question is meaningless. But, sir, what if his words are true? No.Wren took a breath, as Van Damme had told him, and continued with what Van Damme had told him to say earlier.Mr. Kirti resigned at the request of President Turing.You all know why.The FBI is investigating a sex scandal involving him while he was a senator.The investigation focused on sexual assault, namely Wren's pausing, in which he raped a Senate aide.His resignation was a deal, a quid pro quo, I think, to avoid criminal prosecution.Ren made a short pause just right, and was slightly surprised to find that the faces of the people present were a little pale. He just threw the iron gauntlet, which immediately caused a clanging sound on the ground.What follows is even more shocking, you know who the president is.Now let's move on to business about the state, shall we?

How are you going to deal with it?ABC reporter asked a question. Do you mean Kirti, or Iraq?Ryan asked.His tone suggested which was the question to talk about. It's a Kirti problem, sir. I've asked the FBI to investigate and have them report to me later today.Beyond that, we have quite a bit to do. Next, about what you said to the governors in your speech last night, and what Vice President Kiltie said this morning?You really have to let inexperienced people go Yes, I think so.First, who do we have experience working in Congress?The answer is, not many, only the few survivors of that disaster, those who were lucky enough not to be there on the night of the disaster.Besides, who else?The loser in the last election?Do you want them back?I want, I think the country needs them, and the people know what to do.The inefficiency of the government is obvious and can only be improved by bringing in new personnel.The Founding Mentality was for the people, not for the leadership; I agree with these Framers.next question?

But who decides the question? "Los Angeles Times" reporter asked.There is no need to specify which problem it is. The question has been decided.Ryan told him, thank you for coming.Excuse me, I still have a lot of work to do today.He gathered up his speech, left the podium and walked to the right. Mr Wren!Dozens of voices shouted together.Wren walked out the door and around the corner of the house, where Van Damme was waiting for him. Not bad. Except for one thing, none of them call me Mr. President. Moody picked up the phone and walked to the isolation ward.He put on the protective clothing outside and carefully checked the plastic clothing for holes.The suit, made by a European company after the American company Rake, is thick plastic an incongruous powder blue and reinforced with kung fu dragon fibers.The airflow unit hangs from the mesh straps at the back of the garment, which push air into the garment with light pressure, so the cracks don't draw outside air into the garment.It is not yet known whether Ebola is airborne, and no one wants to prove it.He opened the door and walked in.Sister Maria, who is there tending to her friend, is also wearing the same dress.They all know very well that for a patient to see their companions dressed like this, it is quite clear that what they are worried about is what is in their own body.

Good afternoon, nun.He said and picked up the chart at the end of the bed with his gloved hand.Despite the ice, her body temperature was 414 degrees Celsius, her pulse was as high as 115 beats per minute, her breathing was 24 beats per minute and weak, and her blood pressure began to drop due to internal bleeding. She has already lost four units of blood.The chemical composition in her blood also began to go berserk, and the dosage of morphine reached the maximum amount that would not cause her to go into shock.Sister Jane.Baptiste was in a semi-comatose state. She should have been in a comatose state due to the anesthetic, but she couldn't sleep because the pain was so severe. Maria looked at him through the plastic mask on her face, and the sadness in her eyes had transformed into a despair that her religion did not allow.Moody and she had seen all the deaths, whether from malaria, from cancer or from AIDS, but none as brutal as this.It came with such ferocity that patients were caught off guard.It's like some kind of traffic accident, the pain is sudden and constant, and if there's any devil at work, that's his gift to the world. Now the plane is en route.he told her. What will happen? Professor Rousseau suggests a dramatic approach, and we'll do a complete shake-up.First, the transfusion is replaced entirely, and the vascular system is flushed with oxygenated saline.Then, the blood is replaced with blood that has antibodies against the Ebola virus.In theory, these antibodies would attack the virus instantly and systematically. The nun thought: It's not as radical as many people think.The practice of completely replacing a person's blood dates back to the late 1960s to treat meningitis.This is not a conventional treatment and requires the use of a heart-lung machine.But now she can't care about other patients and the feasibility of this method. Right now, Jane.Baptiste's eyes were wide open, empty and unfocused, and the sluggish expression on her face showed that she was in great pain.She may not even be conscious anymore, just unable to close her eyes due to the severe pain.Moody checked the morphine drip; if pain had been his only concern, he might have risked ending his patient's life by upping the dose, for heaven's sake.But he couldn't do that, he had to send her there alive, and although it was cruel to her life, he couldn't make a choice for her. I must go with her.Maria said softly. Moody shook his head and said: I won't let you go. It's one of our rules, and I can't let her go without us. Sister, this can be dangerous.Moving her is a risk, and there's no need for you to take that risk, especially since we breathe recirculated air on an airplane.For his purposes, one death was enough. I have no choice. Moody nodded.He also couldn't choose her fate, could he?Just do as you say. The plane landed at Jom., ten miles from Nairobi.Kenyatta International Airport, then taxi to the cargo terminal.This is an old-fashioned Boeing 707 aircraft that once belonged to the private air force of the Shah of Iran. The interior decoration has been damaged for a long time and the metal deck is exposed.The trucks were already waiting there; the first truck drove up to the back door of the plane and parked on the right side of the plane; about a minute later, the back door of the plane opened. There are 150 cages on board, and there is a green monkey in each cage.All black workers wear protective gloves.Those green monkeys, as if they had foreseen their future fate, were scratching and biting the porters like devils with every possible opportunity.They scream, pee, and shit, but to no avail. The crew inside the plane kept a careful distance, and they didn't want to be involved in the work of handling monkeys.These noisy, dirty little animals may not be considered unclean in the Koran, but they are really annoying enough that after this mission is completed, they must do a thorough cleaning of the aircraft. cleaning and disinfection.The transfer took half an hour; the cages were all piled up and strapped in place on the ground.After completing the work to their satisfaction, the porters took the cash and left. The buyer said to the businessman: Great. We were lucky enough to have a friend who had a large shipment, but his buyer was strapped for cash, so Yes, another ten percent more? Enough is enough.said the businessman. What a blast, you'll get an extra check tomorrow morning; or do you want cash? When the 707 started, both of them looked back.The plane will take off soon and make a short stop in Entebbe, Uganda. I don't like this sign.Burt.Visco said, handing the folder back. explain.Fu Mary ordered him to say. I was born in Cuba and my father told me that the night Batista fell, the senior generals had a small meeting and then quietly boarded a plane and flew to where their bank accounts were for someone else to collect the loot account.Weiss, who works for the U.S. State Department, enjoys working with the CIA because he understands that diplomatic and intelligence services work well together. Do you think that happens here too?Marie Fu asked. I am well aware of this kind of thing. Are you confident enough to tell the president about that?Edward.Foley asked. which one?Wesker asked, you must have heard their conversation in the office.The FBI had just taken over the seventh floor, complicating matters.In any case, though, that's just guesswork, but a good one.What we need to know now is who told them these things.There's no one downstairs, is there? The Foleys both looked down, answering the question. Mr. Wren's remarks show that he has learned the mean part of politics rather than the noble part.Kilt said in a tone more hurt than angry that I had sincerely expected better from him. So, you deny his statement?asked the ABC reporter. Of course I deny it.It's no secret that I had a drinking problem, but I've gotten over it.Moreover, I never hide the fact that my behavior has been questioned several times.Now, with the help of my church and the love of my wife, I have changed.He continued and shook his wife's hand, and she looked at him with tender eyes and steely support. Those issues have nothing to do with the issues to be discussed now. We must put the national interest first.Sam, we shouldn't discuss personal grievances. The bastard.Ren cursed in a low voice. It's really unpleasant.Van Damme said. How can he win, Arnie? It depends.I'm not sure what trick he's playing. And a lot about Mr. Wren?But that's not what we're doing right now.A country needs stability, not chaos.The American people are looking for leaders, experienced leaders. Arnie, this He's a man of opportunities, Jack.Remember Alan.As Zhu Rui said, in this town, what I deal with is not the people themselves, but their reputation.The press always liked Ed; they liked him, his family, his social conscience Donkey eggs!Ryan almost yelled. Listen to me, do you want to be President of the United States?Then you are not allowed to lose your temper.Remember, Jack, when the President of the United States loses his temper, the people die.You've seen what this can do, people know you're always calm, understand? Ren swallowed his breath and nodded.Losing your temper a lot is a good thing for everyone, but he hasn't learned the lesson when it has to be right.So, what should I do? You're the president of the United States, act appropriately, do your job, act like a president; you're not bad at press conferences.It doesn't matter that Kirti's claims are baseless and the FBI is examining them.You're sworn in, you live here, that's it.Make him feel insignificant, and he'll back off.If you focus on the matter, you give him the rightful authority. So what to do with the news media? Give them a chance and they'll figure things out. Are you flying home today, Ralph? August.Lorenz and Ralph.Foster is the same age and has the same occupation. Both of them started their medical careers in the U.S. Army, one as a general surgeon and the other as a physician. Ministry (MAC|V).Long before the height of the Vietnam War, both of them discovered in real life at the same time a disease they had studied and seen in Principles of Internal Medicine.Like many of their contemporaries, they believed that infectious disease was a defeated enemy.But in the jungles of the quieter days of the Vietnam War, they learned something very different.From time to time, they watched able-bodied young American and Vietnamese soldiers die from strange diseases they had never learned about and could not fight.So, the two of them made up their minds and decided to go back to school and start learning their majors again. In the process, they realized the truth that learning is endless.Foster ended up in John.Johns Hopkins, and Lorenz heads the Special Pathogens Branch of the Centers for Disease Control in Atlanta.Since then, they've flown more miles than airline captains and traveled more places than National Geographic photographers, chasing tiny creatures too small to be seen but too deadly to ignore. thing. I'd better get it done before the new guy takes over my department. The Nobel Prize candidate smiled slightly.Alex is pretty good and I'm glad he got his way out of the Army.We had fished together in Brazil, and when we got back they were in that hot lab, where a technician was doing the final tweaks to the electron microscope.Lorenz said: Look, that's our friend. Some people call it a shepherd's crook, and Lorenz thinks it's more like an ancient Egyptian T-shaped cross (a symbol of eternal life), but that's not true either.It wasn't pretty by any means, and to both of them it was the devil incarnate.Those vertical, curved lines are called RNA, ribonucleic acid, and they contain the genetic code of the virus.At the top is a curved string of protein structures whose role is still unknown, but which both of them think may control the virus's activities.But only maybe, because after twenty years of painstaking research, they still haven't figured it out. The damn thing isn't even alive, but it's still deadly.A real living organism has both RNA (ribonucleic acid) and DNA (deoxyribonucleic acid), but viruses contain only one of these.In a way, it lives in a static state until it comes into contact with living cells.Once inside a living cell, it murders life, like an alien monster waiting for an opportunity, with the help of other creatures to stay alive, grow and reproduce, destroying them, fleeing, and looking for another victim. The Ebola virus looks very small under the microscope, elegant and simple, and a string of 100,000 of them connected end to end is only one inch long.In theory, a virus can kill, grow, transplant, and kill again. The record accumulated by the medical profession is not as extensive as physicians would like.In 1918, the Spanish flu, possibly a form of pneumonia, swept across the globe in nine months, killing at least 20 million people so quickly that many of the abused were healthy that day After falling asleep, I can't wake up the next day.The symptoms of the disease were well documented, but medical science hadn't advanced enough to figure out what the virus was, so no one understood how the disease broke out.It wasn't until the 1970s, when a suspected victim was unearthed in Alaska's permafrost, that there was hope of finding a sample of the disease for study;That disease has been largely forgotten by modern medicine, and if it reappeared, it would be beaten back by modern medicine. Infectious disease experts aren't sure yet.That disease, like AIDS, like Ebola, may be a virus, and the ability of the medical profession to successfully deal with such a disease is zero. Gus, sometimes I wonder if we'll ever get this shit right. Sooner or later, Ralph.Lorenz walked back from the microscope, which was actually a computer screen.Wishing to take a puff of his pipe was a vice he didn't want to give up, although working in a government building made it difficult for him to maintain it.They both started staring at the computer screen, looking at the twisted protein structure, this one from the kid. They have emulated many great men.Lorenz has written an article on Walter.Reid and William.Thesis of Goggs, who were two U.S. Army doctors who defeated yellow fever by applying their knowledge and systematic investigation.But efforts to study the disease have been slow and expensive.Kenny, get another one. yes doctor.The intercom answered.After a while, another image appeared, next to the first. Yes, Foster said, look very similar. This is from the nurse.check it out.Lorenz pressed the phone button.Kenny, all right, now on the computer.Two sample images appeared on the computer before their eyes.They rotate in the computer and then overlap each other.It fits perfectly. At least nothing has changed. Unlikely.Both patients are well isolated.The child's parents had been tested, and neither of them appeared to be infected, at least that's what the telegram said.His neighbors are fine too.A World Health Organization team has also checked around the area and so far found nothing.This may just be a special case.This is a judgment and a hope. I'm going to do some more research on this virus.I have ordered some monkeys; I want to grow the virus, put it into cells, and examine it in detail.I want to see how the ribonucleic acid (RNA) of the virus works.There's another question I can't articulate myself right now, but it's in the back of my head, damn it.Gus opened the desk drawer, took out his pipe and lit it.It was his office after all, and he really needed a cigarette to clear his head.He has said that smoke keeps bugs away, and he doesn't inhale second-hand smoke.Out of politeness, he snapped open the window. Both knew that the scheme that had given him the financial assistance he had just received was more complicated than his brief account.The same experiment must be repeated thousands of times to know exactly what happened, and it is only the basic test data.Each individual sample has to be examined and charted, and that can take years.If Lorenz is correct, that would provide the first glimpse of what a virus does and how its RNA affects living cells. It's very similar to the plan we had in mind when we were in Baltimore. Yeah? Similar to the whole genetic program.We're trying to figure out the interactions, how this guy attacks cells molecularly, how Ebola replicates without proper genetic modification to function.We have something to learn, but its complexity is an intractable problem, and we have to map out the problem and have a computer genius analyze it before we can find the answer. Lorenz raised his eyebrows, so how long do you need? Foster shrugged, time to write on the blackboard. Well, when I get the monkeys, I'll let you know how we go.If nothing else, we should be able to figure out those tissue samples. Funerals are epic, with thousands of cast members wailing over the dead while hiding their true thoughts; you can literally feel them looking around, wondering what's going to happen next What's up.There were cannon carts, soldiers with rifles upside down, horses without riders, and soldiers in procession, all of which were broadcast to Washington by Iraqi Storm Path Television. I wish I could see more faces.Weske said quietly. yes.The president agreed.Wren wanted to laugh but didn't. He never stopped being an intelligence agent.He wants the latest information, not second-hand information passed on to him by others. A previous generation of Americans would call this an event, and people would show their faces and take part in it, because that's what was expected.Crowds of people on the square The square has a name, but no one seems to know some people can't even see it. Well, the answer to this conundrum is the new TV cameras, big TV screens that show everyone what's going on.Jack wondered if they'd be happy to have a replay right away.Two columns of generals marched in unison behind the gun carriage. How far do you think they will go? Mr. President, it's hard to say. You're Bert, right?the president asked. Yes, sir. Burt, I can call in an intelligence officer to tell me what he doesn't know. Wesker blinked as expected.Then, he decided, what the hell?Eight out of ten of them have run away. Most likely, why is this happening? Iraq is left alone.None of those people will take responsibility themselves.It won't do them much good if they stay the way they are but the government changes, they end up cornered at gunpoint like the Shah's staff.Maybe they'll fight it out, but I doubt it.They have to get the money elsewhere.Drinking cocktails on the beach isn't necessarily more fun than being a general, but it's not worth it if you get sent to hell for standing in the wrong place.They also have to worry about their families. So, should we plan to establish a brand new regime in Iraq?asked Jack. Wesker nodded, yes, sir. What about Iran? I can't bet, Wesker replied, we don't have enough intelligence to make predictions.Sir, I wish I could tell you more, but you're not paying me to guess. Enough talking for now.It's not the case, but Wesker has done his best.Is there anything we can do now?The president spoke to the Foleys this time. Not quite, replied Edward, I suppose we could send someone there, perhaps one of ours from the Kingdom, but the next question is: who should he connect with?We have no way of knowing who is calling the shots there now. If there is such a person.Fu Mali looked at the marching crowd and said. What do you mean?the buyer asked. You didn't pay on time, explained the merchant, hiccupping his first beer, and I've got another buyer. I was only two days late, the buyer protested, and there were some homework problems with capital turnover. Are you rich now? right! Well, I'll find some more monkeys for you.The businessman raised his hand and snapped his knuckles, attracting the bar boy's attention.As early as fifty years ago, a British immigrant had already managed this bar with great vigor.You know it's not difficult.One week?or shorter? But the CDC wants it right away, and the plane is already on its way. I will do my best, please explain to your customers that if they want to pick up on time, they have to pay on time.thanks.He said to the bar boy: Give my friend another drink, if you like.He could afford it because he thought of the sum of money he had just received. how long? I told you, a week, maybe a little less.Why is this guy so fussy about a few days? The buyer had no choice, at least in Kenya, so he decided to finish his beer and talk about other things.He made a call to Tanzania; after all, the African macaques were all over Africa and there was no shortage of them.Two hours later, he found that things had changed.There is indeed a shortage of monkeys, and hunters will have to spend some time finding the long-tailed monkeys.However, that would be a few days late. Visco translates in addition to commenting: Our brilliant and beloved leader who has done so much for our country Edward.Foley snorted and said: "It's as tough as population control." The guards put the coffin into a prepared grave, and the history of Iraq for more than two decades was recorded in the history.More like a binder, Ryan thought.The important question is, who will write the next chapter?