Chapter 14
October 31
st
, 2020
It wouldn't be Halloween without Andy throwing a costume party, and it was the perfect excuse for everyone to cut loose and relax a little bit. They didn't have a lot of time to put costumes together because in typical Andy fashion, he'd been so distracted that he didn't think about putting the party together until almost the last minute. But Phil and his family were more than ready for it and decided to even go along with a theme - Street Fighter.
Phil had done the Ryu costume a couple of times, but he'd always done it by himself, and the idea of having an entire team of fighters with him felt great. Audrey was dressed up as Chun Li, the outfit a little tight on her, but Phil could tell she liked it that way. Linda, on the other hand, was
killing it
as Cammy, her hair braided in two long tails, the red beret atop that, long red fingerless gloves on her forearms and the classic olive-green leotard exposing almost all her legs and ass cheeks. She'd even added green camo paint, just to make sure it was clear who she was. Phil had told her that if she wanted to go in Cammy's updated costume, he wouldn't have minded, but Linda's only response had been, "If you've got it,
flaunt it
." Tamika had found herself a bright magenta wig, and the rest of Poison's costume hadn't been that hard to acquire, being that it was really just a ripped white muscle t-shirt and the shortest jean shorts she could find. She had the whip, too, though, and seemed to be enjoying practicing with it. Yuko was going to introduce herself to the Rooks dressed up as Sakura, and she seemed to be looking forward to it.
Paloma wasn't quite ready to meet everyone yet and decided that the party really needed someone watching the walls anyway, so she was going to get out just before they arrived at the party and would be patrolling the exterior of it, as well as sort of vetting any parents and children who might come by trick or treating. She wasn't going to go and shake them down, but it was easy enough to do a quick cursory scan over them to make sure they weren't providing cover for an attack or anything.
Being inside of Andy's new house, most of Andy's partners were still getting ready when Phil and his family arrived, so the decision was made for the three of them to go and sit down to play some poker, one of their favorite past times, and one they'd been super lax about, what with the quarantine in effect. But now that Phil, Eric and Andy could all move about New Eden freely, they needed to go about setting up a regular night of the week for poker again.
One of the things Phil had sent over for Andy's place was a designated poker table with green felt, along with a long metal case full of actual clay chips. He'd thought about buying Andy a Shufflemaster, but it felt like maybe that would've been going a bit too far. Besides, they all enjoyed taking turns shuffling. Phil, in particular, shuffled for long periods of time in between hands, but it was because he was something of a fidgeter, so during the rest of the time, he was often rifling his chips together in and out of stacks. He'd had the fidgeting habit since he was a teenager, and no matter what he tried to do, he'd never been able to fully shake it.
They never liked to play for big money but having at least a few dollars in the game gave it some sense of meaning, so it didn't feel like they were just dicking around for no reason at all. It was also a chance for them to just catch up with one another and have some face time. One of the things that they'd all realized years ago was that if they weren't scheduling regular times to hang out, inevitably they'd just overstuff their schedules until they were constantly busy. Phil fully expected some of the ladies to start rotating into the poker game at some point, but he didn't want to volunteer anybody until the host stepped forward and asked them to join the original trio. He knew Linda was eager to get a turn in the game but wasn't going to be rude about it.
They were only a couple of hands in it when Andy got his first ring at the doorbell, and he was off to answer it himself, leaving just him and Eric at the table, which was good. It gave the two of them a chance to exchange information on the sly.
"You get access to the same report I got this morning, Phil?" Eric said.
"The one about where it's from?" Phil responded. "Yeah, although even with all their corroborating data, it's still so fucking hard to believe someone
built
the fucking thing intentionally."
"You think
that's
the most shocking thing from that report?"
Phil chuckled, offering a little shrug. "I've always thought the Kiwis were too nice to be trusted. They're like Polynesian Canadians - that level of civility
has
to be hiding something. Anything on
your
end that isn't in the report?"
"Well, they didn't
deliberately
release the damn thing. Based on what intel we've been able to piece together, a sample of it was being transported from a lab in Wellington to a lab in Hong Kong through Sydney in mid-January. We don't have video footage of it to confirm this was accidental, but all circumstantial evidence points towards the bag having fallen off a conveyor belt between flights and down on top of an air duct intake vent, where the ruptured cannister leaked and filled the air for almost two weeks before anyone noticed it. Odorless. Colorless. Completely undetected. And because of how the cannister ruptured, each time a drop of the virus came out of the container and fell into the vents, that single drop was viable for twenty-four hours, infecting tens of thousands of people. It turns out literally
all
the earliest cases of DuoHalo can be tracked back to exposure in Sydney airport, but after a couple of days, the damage was already too far along to be rolled back," Eric sighed. "And it went
two weeks
before anyone found the bag."
"So why the hell did the Aussies send people to try and kidnap me?"
"It wasn't just you," Eric chuckled. "We think they also tried making a pass at McCallister at some point, trying to snag him from the Russians. They went in quarantine
hard
very early on, and we figured they might have had some inside information, but we didn't know it was that they were basically ground zero for where the damn thing was accidentally released."
"Why not share that with us in the first place, y'know?"
"Intercepted communiques say they were worried we would think they'd made the virus, even though it's interesting to note that New Zealand went into lockdown the actual
day
the bag spilled in Sydney Airport. We don't
think
it was intentional, but we figure that once the bag didn't get to where it was supposed to go, they panicked as well, and just locked everyone out. That's why they have a zero percent DuoHalo infection rate in New Zealand."
"Wait, they didn't get it?
At all
?"
"They've still got fucking teenagers
alive
, Phil.
ALL OF THEM.
Like, half a million boys and girls between the ages of ten and nineteen, almost all of which would be dead
anywhere else
. And that's why the Kiwis are freaking the fuck out. If they get
one
case on their island, it's half a million kids dead within a matter of days. And our serum can't do fuck all to fix that. So they're trying to figure out what the hell do they do - stay completely isolated from the rest of the planet for a decade? Try and some way to modify our serum? They're scared out of their fucking minds. Their current expectation is they're just going to wade it out, and see if we can come up with some other answer for them in the next few years."
"And Australia?" Phil asked.
"They got hit harder than almost anyone else in the world, barring the Russians and the Chinese, who, we're guessing, just said 'fuck it, let the people die,' rather than come ask us for help. Although whatever McCallister brought over to them has staunched the hemorrhaging for the time being, not that they had all that many more men left to lose," Eric sighed. "Talk about being totally up shit creek without a paddle. We still haven't even been able to establish communications channels with the Chinese government, so we're still only
guessing
about what's happening over there. The Australians tried to quarantine hardcore at first, but you know that place, it's more like a federation of various states than a single proper unified country. So, some people were very good about it, and loads of people said, yeah, fuck it. They're chickens with their heads cut off."
Andy walked back into the room and sat down at the table with a smile, picking up the deck of cards, starting to shuffle it. "That's wild, man. Seeing kids trick or treating."
"How old?"
"Seven or eight, maybe," Andy responded, dealing out individual cards out to each of them, one then another. They usually started with classic Texas Hold'em before they would get into the weird variations they often did as the night went on. "There was something so remarkably... normal about all of it. Kids shouting 'trick or treat,' putting candies in bags... it was like for just a fraction of a second, I forget all about these viruses and all the deaths and could pretend the world was back to normal."
"In your very expensive mansion that's been given to you by the government," Eric joked.
"Look, let me pretend for half a minute, okay?" Andy laughed.
"Check," Phil said after glancing at his cards.
"You can't check, Phil," Eric chuckled. "Either you're calling or you're out."
"Fine, I call then," Phil said, adding some chips into the pot.