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Adrian Page
Age: 49
Height: 6’
Build: broad; relatively fit but overweight
Eyes: sea blue
Hair: short, receding
Six months ago, there was an outbreak of an unusual virus in New York City, followed a couple of weeks later in Los Angeles, London and Paris. The virus was deadly, and baffled the scientists, as they fought tooth and nail to manage the outbreak, But the scientists needed to find a cure for those who were infected. Ultimately, they hoped to develop a vaccine. But the virus kept appearing in new cities, all major air travel hubs in the Western world. Panic in the population was extreme, causing secondary riots and protests. The Doomsday movies from Hollywood seemed inevitable.
The virus was contagious, highly contagious in cramped cities; similar to Ebola ; initial thoughts was that it was a novel Ebola strain. Despite the the virus being rather contagious, and lethal in around ~60% of cases, a major breakthrough in it’s control was discovered in a small government medical laboratory in London. As a result of this breakthrough, together with the introduction of military style curfew in terms of movement restrictions and other measures, the virus outbreak was finally contained, albeit with hard work and major expenditure.
Before long, the terrorist organisation behind the virus outbreak - a form of Bio-terrorism heard about the scientist and his breakthrough; despite the media being asked to contain the story. Intelligence sources suggested that the terrorist organisation were out for revenge, their plot to kill western civilisation had been foiled. They wanted blood.
But Adrian; despite his experiences elsewhere wasn't perturbed by the news, he endeavoured to carry on with his life as normal as possible. Then one morning, as he cycled to work, he was involved in a hit and run accident. No one knew for sure if it was coincidental or a real threat; as he had regular ‘near misses’ cycling in the London traffic.
But it was decided that the coincidences were too great, it had to have been a failed attempt to kill him ‘normally’. Next attempt might be more ‘conventional’ with a car bomb, or other assassination style plot. And so, it was agreed that he should be given security protection around the clock.
Adrian was not impressed with the arrangements. He was until recently an unknown scientist in a small medical laboratory in North London. He wasn't connected to the military. And so, one morning, a few days before a planned trip to America was to take place, He was summoned to the Director's Office, where he saw a younger female together with a couple of counter terrorist officers of the national police force, whom he had met after the failed hit and run attack.
Adrian entered the Director’s office with a slight attitude. He was still frustrated by the media, focusing on him, rather than on the story in hand, and that people were still dying of the outbreak, but in much smaller numbers.
“Hi.” Adrian offered to the room, as he entered. He saw the Director, the laird as he referred to him. He saw a couple of counter terrorist officers, and then two new people, one male one female standing in the corner of the room, their earpieces obvious. “AT least they are not wearing the spook issue shades’ he joked to himself, smiling at his comment.
“Thanks for making the meeting Adrian; please take a seat.” the Director offered, his soft Scottish accent still noticeable despite having lived in the South of England for a few years...
Adrian poured himself a cup of water from the water cooler, before taking a seat on the comfy sofa in front of the window.
Then the Chief inspector stepped in...
“Look Adrian, We have good reason to believe that the hit and run attack the other day wasn't coincidence. Our intel sources have suggested that there is a price on your head....”
He inhaled deeply before continuing, “We feel that you need protection; especially with your planned trip to America at the beginning of next week...”
He looked at the two strangers on the sofa. “these are your two main security guards. There will be others, but one of these two will be with you 24/7.”
“Oh and you need one of these.” he offered
He reached into a bag and pulled out a white bullet proof vest.
http://www.israel-catalog.com/sites/default/files/products/images/ultralight-concealed-goldflexkevlar-level-iiia-bullet-proof-vest.jpg
“Recognise this?”
“Yeah, I am assuming it is a bullet catcher of some form?”
“We prefer the term ‘Bullet proof vest’.”
“And what will it protect me from? Low velocity? High velocity? shrapnel?”
“It will stop low velocity rounds and most shrapnel. High velocity depends....” His voice was suddenly more cautious
“Well at least something is better than nothing... What about Clare?”
“Ah yes your wife...”
“We wanted to talk to you first before we spoke to her.”
Then he heard one of the strangers interject into the conversation...
Age: 49
Height: 6’
Build: broad; relatively fit but overweight
Eyes: sea blue
Hair: short, receding
Six months ago, there was an outbreak of an unusual virus in New York City, followed a couple of weeks later in Los Angeles, London and Paris. The virus was deadly, and baffled the scientists, as they fought tooth and nail to manage the outbreak, But the scientists needed to find a cure for those who were infected. Ultimately, they hoped to develop a vaccine. But the virus kept appearing in new cities, all major air travel hubs in the Western world. Panic in the population was extreme, causing secondary riots and protests. The Doomsday movies from Hollywood seemed inevitable.
The virus was contagious, highly contagious in cramped cities; similar to Ebola ; initial thoughts was that it was a novel Ebola strain. Despite the the virus being rather contagious, and lethal in around ~60% of cases, a major breakthrough in it’s control was discovered in a small government medical laboratory in London. As a result of this breakthrough, together with the introduction of military style curfew in terms of movement restrictions and other measures, the virus outbreak was finally contained, albeit with hard work and major expenditure.
Before long, the terrorist organisation behind the virus outbreak - a form of Bio-terrorism heard about the scientist and his breakthrough; despite the media being asked to contain the story. Intelligence sources suggested that the terrorist organisation were out for revenge, their plot to kill western civilisation had been foiled. They wanted blood.
But Adrian; despite his experiences elsewhere wasn't perturbed by the news, he endeavoured to carry on with his life as normal as possible. Then one morning, as he cycled to work, he was involved in a hit and run accident. No one knew for sure if it was coincidental or a real threat; as he had regular ‘near misses’ cycling in the London traffic.
But it was decided that the coincidences were too great, it had to have been a failed attempt to kill him ‘normally’. Next attempt might be more ‘conventional’ with a car bomb, or other assassination style plot. And so, it was agreed that he should be given security protection around the clock.
Adrian was not impressed with the arrangements. He was until recently an unknown scientist in a small medical laboratory in North London. He wasn't connected to the military. And so, one morning, a few days before a planned trip to America was to take place, He was summoned to the Director's Office, where he saw a younger female together with a couple of counter terrorist officers of the national police force, whom he had met after the failed hit and run attack.
Adrian entered the Director’s office with a slight attitude. He was still frustrated by the media, focusing on him, rather than on the story in hand, and that people were still dying of the outbreak, but in much smaller numbers.
“Hi.” Adrian offered to the room, as he entered. He saw the Director, the laird as he referred to him. He saw a couple of counter terrorist officers, and then two new people, one male one female standing in the corner of the room, their earpieces obvious. “AT least they are not wearing the spook issue shades’ he joked to himself, smiling at his comment.
“Thanks for making the meeting Adrian; please take a seat.” the Director offered, his soft Scottish accent still noticeable despite having lived in the South of England for a few years...
Adrian poured himself a cup of water from the water cooler, before taking a seat on the comfy sofa in front of the window.
Then the Chief inspector stepped in...
“Look Adrian, We have good reason to believe that the hit and run attack the other day wasn't coincidence. Our intel sources have suggested that there is a price on your head....”
He inhaled deeply before continuing, “We feel that you need protection; especially with your planned trip to America at the beginning of next week...”
He looked at the two strangers on the sofa. “these are your two main security guards. There will be others, but one of these two will be with you 24/7.”
“Oh and you need one of these.” he offered
He reached into a bag and pulled out a white bullet proof vest.
http://www.israel-catalog.com/sites/default/files/products/images/ultralight-concealed-goldflexkevlar-level-iiia-bullet-proof-vest.jpg
“Recognise this?”
“Yeah, I am assuming it is a bullet catcher of some form?”
“We prefer the term ‘Bullet proof vest’.”
“And what will it protect me from? Low velocity? High velocity? shrapnel?”
“It will stop low velocity rounds and most shrapnel. High velocity depends....” His voice was suddenly more cautious
“Well at least something is better than nothing... What about Clare?”
“Ah yes your wife...”
“We wanted to talk to you first before we spoke to her.”
Then he heard one of the strangers interject into the conversation...
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