An inefficient virus kills its host. Characters: Sinister, Iron Man, anyone else who would have cause to be there Location: New Orleans Zombie Epidemic Crisis Headquarters, Baton Rouge, LA Content/Summery: No Longer a Placeholder! Sinister and Iron Man deal with having to deal with each other while working on containing and eventually curing the zombie virus.
When he arrived at the facilities provided, it was in a small, black car with an escort of two heavily armed military transports decked out with trained soldiers. He knew the soldiers were there to kill him if he showed any sign of being anything less than sincere in his offer. Which was laughable as they had no way of actually harming him. Not unless Wanda showed up and that was highly unlikely with her current disposition of hiding from her problems. He really would need to contact her before the month was out, go on a short date. Save the special one for after he was done finding the cure to this annoyance. The Government was being extra responsive to this threat in New Orleans. Baton Rouge had been invaded by military and G-Men scientists and was now the center of the recovery efforts for the city of New Orleans. They couldn't very well build a wall around the city. Not in time to contain this threat. But they could set up armed men a mile or so outside the city limits and on all major bridges and roads across the waterways to shoot anything that looked like it should be dead. Apparently there were tents with refugees. Medical personal were working overtime to identify which of those inhabitants were infected and isolate them from the rest while the people in Baton Rogue attempted to figure out a cure. They wouldn't. Not any time soon. They simply didn't have the understanding and experience nessicary to to do so. Not with a virus that was mutating even as they worked on it. It was either in the third or fourth stage of mutation since Sinister had gotten his hands on it. He didn't know if the oldest sample he had was the first or second. He suspected it was the second, but without the specimens from the earliest outbreak area he had no way of being sure. Remy's heart of gold was quite detrimental in this case. The cars came to a stop outside the main building, a military base. One of Stark Enterprise's designs if he was remembering the architect style correctly. A few reporters were milling around, attempting to harass anyone with file folders that left or were entering the doors. To get more information from them. Before he left his car, Sinister assumed a more human form. No need to have his true appearance plastered all over the world. He liked his privacy. The suitcase he brought with him was securely gripped in his hand and after he stepped out, a quick mental nudge was enough to keep the reporters and their cameras a safe distance from him as he strolled from the vehicle to the doors. After he was inside, a rather nervous looking woman in a lab coat met him and assured his guards that they'd take over from there. She spoke as led him through the building. "I'm Doctor McMillian, the lead researcher on this project. I've been told by my superiors that you're an accomplished geneticist, Doctor Essex, but I'm sorry to tell you that I've never actually heard of you. I've heard of your predesecors. Several of the Essex line have made many contributions to the medical and scientific communities, but the last one to do so was in 1953. So while I'm happy to have someone the government has reccomended," oh the sarcasm that fell like bile, "Unless you can produce proper qualifications, I'm not going to let you near my lab." Sinister chuckled and stopped walking, turning to face the woman and smile, "It's my lab, now, Doctor McMillian. You, and every single baseline here, now work for me and will be doing as I say insofar as the research goes. And finally, I have decided that you no longer work for me, or on this project. You may leave. Now." The Doctor turned away from her as two of the guards that followed came abreast of her and asked her to come with them. She was outraged, of course, but they were very pursuasive. Sinister stepped into his new laboratory and did a mental survey as he watched the minor researchers walking around and working on their assignments while just beyond them, separated by a long glass wall, was Richard's domain. He smiled and rested his hands on the short metal railing and raised his voice as he addressed the room, "Congratulations. You all have the honor of working under me. As of this moment, I am in charge. I want a full report from each of you about what you're working on ready in a half hour. Expect to be given new assignments or be dismissed entirely once I have gone over them. I'm certain none of you are anywhere near my own progress so once the changes are made, those of you that remain will be brought up to speed. I'll be with Mr. Stark and Doctor Richards until then."