"I was able to get in with a group of people who knew what the store really was, which led me to the false information of several cell heads meeting at a particular place. It seemed like a dead end but from then on I found it easier and easier to glean little iots of information from a woman by the name of Hattie Salinger." A picture of a woman in her mid 60's popped up without prompt. Laura spared Kitty a glance and a nod of appreciation. "She looks like your favorite grandmother but don't let her fool you. She's had three boys in different branches of this organization and a daughter who has a loose tongue after a few drinks. I found out their cells are not exclusive to Westerchest, or even New York." Glancing over her shoulder, she gave Kitty a nod.
The keyboard behind her clicked and the picture disappeared, replaced with a map of the state of New York. Eleven different balls of red light appeared all over the state before it shrank and became a smaller part of the entire map of the United States. From there at least 300 more red lights appeared with a bright blue one located in Washington D.C..
"Boldly enough, their headquarters are in Washington, just six blocks away from the White House. These people are made up of teachers, layers, doctors, housewives, and grocery store clerks. And they all get their orders from here. They also have their hands in real estate, entertainment, and pharmaceutical companies." She grabbed a newspaper she'd brought in with her and tossed it on the table, briefly disrupting the 3-D map. "I don't know if anyone has been keeping up with the news but there's an independent company out of Washington, Morganstien Medical, that is working on a patent for a new form of the cure. It's a pill, something you take every day like birth control. The theory is each pill means twenty-four hours with no mutation. Stay on it long enough and the mutation goes away. Side effects include but are not limited to dry mouth, runny nose, headache, upset stomach, oh, and genocide."