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Chapter Seventeen

Relating the horror of Tenerife and how the infection had spread to several countries made for a very troubled breakfast. James made Carolyn and John aware of what had happened in the other dimension and what was to follow here if not stopped. "They are desperate for a vaccine, any progress?"

"No, I've been working on it constantly. I analysed the constituent parts of the vaccine and separated the main ingredients but one ingredient I can't seem to get a handle on; also, there are a few more constituents I'm not sure of that need further analysis but with time I'm sure it can be resolved. I've spoken to a few of my colleagues in the infectious disease department and asked them to undertake further research, but they said it'll take a few days. Since you've been gone that's all I've been working on; I've had to put my other work on hold and told my department to only contact me in an emergency. One thing you need to keep in mind, love, before a new drug or vaccine comes onto the market, it's rigorously tested over months, sometimes years before release for widespread use. If we get it wrong the repercussions could be disastrous. Just think of the side effects of Thalidomide developed as a remedy for morning sickness in pregnant women and we all know how that turned out."

"From what I've seen of the damage Ebola does, it's worth taking a chance. We risk nothing, most of the infected will die in any event."

"James, a vaccine is to prevent, not to cure those who already have the virus and are suffering. Say something John."

He shrugged his shoulders. "I think I'll sit this one out."

In truth, he hadn't connected the dots between a vaccine and a cure. A vaccine is a preventative to fight the virus before it gets a foothold into the body, a cure was something altogether different and he was angry with himself for not realising sooner. "Is there anything in the vaccine that could act as a cure?"

She shook her head. "You are asking for miracles and I haven't got any. We haven't even got a vaccine yet; we've just got something we think will work and don't even know what it contains. We're on dangerous ground to say nothing of what the law says using untested drugs and vaccines."

"When you see bodies dying on the streets, terror in people eyes, law and order breaking down, chaos, distrust, anger and pain, you'll try anything and sod the rest." His voice was intractable.

"Ease up, James, she's hardly slept since you've been gone. We're all aware of what is happening and know, without a cure or preventative vaccine, the world is balanced on a knife edge that is slowing cutting it apart. There is an answer out there and we've just got to find it. Hundreds of scientists, biologists, medical teams are working to find a solution."

James felt a little belligerent. "If a few terrorists can achieve a vaccine, with all our resources we should be streets ahead of them, instead, we are like vagrants grovelling in waste bins."

"Come on James, give her a little slack. A lot of vaccines and cures are often discovered by accident. Something strange is noticed in an experiment and an unrelated discovery is made by an individual or a small team working in another field. These Islamic terrorists have substantial resources with billionaire backers. You've seen how quickly they set up in Tenerife, the money they spent and the trained staff that worked there. Sis, let's have a recap of where we are and what we have learned to date, often ideas come just by talking together and exchanging viewpoints."

"What we know and understand is the virus is systemic in the way it attacks the body. Every tissue comes under attack, except our bones and skeletal muscles, manifesting in blood clotting and haemorrhaging. We don't know how the virus particles themselves attack cells. Taking a stab at it, I'd say Ebola haemorrhagic fever releases proteins that dampen down our body's natural immune system responses which allows the virus to run wild and attack our connective tissues and to multiply rapidly in collagen, the glue which keep our organs in place. The virus basically digests the tissues, causing blood to thicken and clots to form. It slows down blood flow around the body causing red spots to form on the skin which grow larger as the virus multiplies, affecting liver, brain, lungs, kidneys, intestines, breast tissue and testicles, in fact, no part of the body escapes its pernicious grasp which results in a traumatic and painful death.

"Within the next two months, thousands, if not millions, will be affected. Sorry to sound bellicose. Tenerife and the surrounding islands will be a disaster zone and other countries will follow them within weeks and I feel," he stopped speaking for a few moments and rubbed his eyes, "defenceless, helpless and afraid. One way to stop the virus from attacking the body would be to stop the virus particles from releasing proteins into the body, which dampen down the body's immune system. isn't it?"

"Partly, they attack body tissue and multiply in collagen."

"If my biology is correct, collagen is the main component which connects our tissues and makes up around thirty percent of our body's protein content in our tendons, ligaments and skin. Also, in corneas, cartilage, bone and blood vessels plus a few other areas. That is why the virus is so deadly. Am I making sense so far?"

She needed to collect her thoughts before speaking and took a few moments to reflect. "You are on the right track, but depending upon the degree of mineralisation, collagen tissues can be rigid, compliant or have a gradient from rigid to compliant. The Ebola virus doesn't differentiate, it attacks the lot."

James looked at her as if she turned into an encyclopaedia. "I don't understand what you mean by mineralisation.

"I'll take that," said John, "The process through which an organic substance becomes oxidised by inorganic substances."

"Sorry I asked," he grinned.

Carolyn gave him a loving smile. "A substance that changes its composition over time or by exposing, adding or subtracting something from it such as oxygen. In geology, it means clay turning over time into rock."

He nodded his understanding. He didn't really but felt it better to let them get on with it. "Following what you said earlier, why does the virus not attack our bones and skeletal muscles, logic would dictate that it should?"

She sat up. "Not sure."

"Don't you think you should research it?"

"Don't forget, the Ebola virus has been about for over five decades; the search for a solution has been exhaustive but it keeps on mutating into different strains."

"I have investigated how we are to survive in space and undertaken a few research papers with an astrobiologist colleague of mine. He lives locally, I'll give him a ring and ask him to come over. An idea has just struck me and I want to test it out."

"What has that got to do with anything," James asked Carolyn as John phoned.

"John has something on his mind but I can't see what outer space has to do with Ebola, but take nothing off the table; a slim hope is better than no hope."

"He'll be over within the hour. Have the analyses and the experiments you have done over the last few days handy for when he arrives."

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Forty minutes later, Professor Donald Williams was at the door. After the normal hellos and a coffee, the four sat in the lounge. "That paper we jointly wrote about living happily in zero gravity."

He grinned and gave a haughty laugh. "You mean super animal?"

John chuckled. "The mighty indestructible strange little animal you need a microscope to see with a strange morphology that closely resembles the bear with four set of legs with up to eight claws on the end; plump, bilaterally symmetrical in shape and a lot of the strains are asexual and feed on plant and animal cells, bacteria and viruses."

"They also prey on amoebas, nematodes and are cannibalistic and we know little about them other than they are all but indestructible and are given the pet name water bear."

James chuckled, "an indestructible water baby! Is this for real?"

"Bear not baby," Donald chortled. "They are not considered extremophilic because they are not adapted to exploit these conditions. This means that their chances of dying increase the longer they are exposed to extreme environments, but can be found in almost every habitat on earth from the highest mountain tops down to the deepest oceans. From tropical rain forests to Antarctica and are semiaquatic." He looked at John. "Do you want me to go on? It can get a bit technical."

"What has all this got to do with a cure for Ebola?"

"Let this play out James. Go on Don."

There are over a thousand identified species and because they need water around their bodies to permit gas exchange and to prevent desiccation, they can easily be found in water, on lichens and mosses, in sand dunes, soil and sediments; in other words, they cover our world. Just think an animal that can exist at the top of Everest and at the bottom of the Mariana Trench. Can exist without water or oxygen and can endure radiation a thousand times greater than we can suffer, survive and breed in zero gravity of space. They are masters at adapting to environmental stress and when times get hard, they undergo a process called cryptobiosis; activity comes to a standstill and they can stay like that for over a hundred years and come back to life." He chuckled. "Boil them, deep freeze them, crush them, dry them out, blast them into space and the little tardigrade will survive them all and come back smiling for more."

"I have heard of these microscopic invertebrates and know they can survive in freezing temperatures, in boiling water and in outer space but how are they linked to the Ebola virus?"

"Are you aware that one-sixth of their genetic makeup comes from unrelated plants, bacteria, fungi and archaebacteria, what does that tell you?"

"They are unique," piped in James with a touch of jest. "You can boil them for a week, freeze them for a month, pack them to the top of Everest, let them dive seven miles under the water, and even let them vacation on the moon and they can return to earth and happily disco the night away," he chuckled.

Donald didn't find it in the least funny. "It tells me the tardigrade has not followed the normal evolutionary path of other organics nor has the normal DNA structure of other plants and animals on earth and have lived on our planet for over five hundred and thirty million years, way before the dinosaurs. Unique, that's what you said James, and you are right. They can withstand temperatures as low as almost absolute zero and as high as 151 oC (304 oF) so where did this remarkable creature originally come from?" looking up at the sky.

"That's fine as it goes, a biology lesson on what is impossible proving the possible but how does that help us?"

"That is where we should look for a solution to your problem, focus on the genus and DNA of the tardigrade. They have the strongest immune system known to man. You picked that up John when we worked together. There is something special in its fat cell structure that is impervious to disease. I have an equipped laboratory at the university and a load of Ph.D. students that would love to work on this project. What do you say?"

"I'll come with you and we'll work on it together, Carolyn can also get involved."

James' witty remarks didn't have the same witticism now and he felt a little foolish for treating it so light-heartedly. "I didn't mean to demean you professor with my earlier remarks, no offence was meant."

"None taken; the little creatures do look a little bit sweet and cuddly and do bring one to act with jocularity."

James was forced to keep his face serious, thinking they looked more like creatures from the swamps or outer space which brought a little smile to himself. "Yes, cuddly and sweet, it makes me want to kiss one." Carolyn shot him a sharp barbed look, but his remark soared right over Donald's head.

She looked at John. "Are you ready?"

"We're going somewhere?"

"Professor, can we start immediately? John and I, if you are agreeable, would like to join your team."

"You mean now?"

"Why wait, nothing like the present; let me get my notes and we can discuss what I've achieved over the last few days and go from there," and they departed, leaving James open-mouthed wondering what the hell had just happened.

Chapter Eighteen

Abisali, Eiliyah and Ghaziyah were in his flat. He thought he had stemmed the haemorrhaging of information but felt sad that he had to kill the three men. They were now with Allah and that gave him comfort, for when he too arrived at the great hall, he knew they'd be there to greet him with a happy grin and a welcome in their hearts. Still, this had not gone like he planned, they were now known fugitives; the authorities were raiding any known address they'd stayed at and their pictures were plastered over the media. It was lucky he had the foresight to stack bundles of money at various locations that could be easily accessed. He also needed to meet up with Hadi, Sadeen and Kanval who had gone to ground at three separate locations taking only the clothes they wore. Unable to risk using their bank accounts or credit cards, they needed money, new identities and a way to exit the country but air and sea ports were being watched so their options were limited and getting tighter. He had texted Fatik with the fifth address and was informed everything was scheduled for release of the virus within the next two weeks which fed his troubled mind with assuring comfort that Allah was with him in his endeavour to make the world a better place.

"What are we to do? Eiliyah asked him. "Have you talked with Adham, Abyan and Diya al Dir?

He felt it best to leave them in the dark over their fate. "They are safe."

"I cannot accept that one of them has been false to us."

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"No, I had it wrong," he lied. "They are out of the country and we need not worry. There was no traitor just a set of circumstance where our faith was tested."

Ghaziyah looked at him with loving eyes. "You are a man of great integrity and I am proud to stand and die with you in Allah."

Eiliyah stood and held his hand. "I am with you and together we'll leave this world for a better place."

He nodded his head slightly. "It may well come to that for the net is closing around us and the holes are getting smaller. We will let Allah guide and direct us. I need to go. Do not leave, I will bring food when I return."

She let go of his hand, sat next to Eiliyah looked at him. "If you fail to return, we will know death has found you and will find us shortly after."

He left to see Hadi, a two-hour journey. He arrived as darkness fell and waited to make sure everything looked clear before tapping on the door. He was let in and took a seat. Hadi placed his handgun on the table in front of him. "We need to get you out of the country."

He grinned weakly. "That's not going to happen not with the world looking for us. They know who we are so I was thinking of ending it here or going out and taking as many infidels with me."

"You are a true soldier. Handing him a bundle of money. "We have succeeded in Tenerife and the fruit we have sown will shortly start to ripen."

"Allah be praised. I am ready to release the poison into me for it to take root and grow me into paradise."

He acknowledged the saliency of his commitment. "Not so quick, I'm trying to secure a passage out of the UK on a Russian freight ship. If we are caught, we release the poison into ourselves and we'll all meet again in the halls of the seventy virgins."

"When will the virus be released?"

"When all the cells are in place, eight to ten days, two weeks at the outside. Fatik is coordinating the release date."

"How many?"

"Twenty hopefully, but the way things stand may be half that figure." Leaving him he met up with the other two telling them very much the same thing, stayed the night and returned to his flat after first calling at a supermarket to purchase groceries. As he entered the two girls stood. "There is a ship leaving for Morocco shortly, I'm making arrangements for us to be on it leaving only Fatik here to see our project is completed. We have cells in other countries which will be releasing the virus around the same time."

Ghaziyah prepared the evening meal and they sat around listening to the news, smiling as they heard reports of the debacle unfolding in the Canarias.

"We are marked people and not safe no matter where we go. Our faces are known and there will be rewards for our capture. We should go out into the street and end our lives in a blaze of glory," suggested Eiliyah, "I am ready to die."

"I will stand by you and we'll die together."

"Hold on, I need you alive, we get out of the country, lie low and carry on the fight. If we are cornered and there is no way out, then we die."

"Allah be praised," they both shouted. "Take us as your brides, Ghaziyah said and let me give you my body."

"I also, take us both as you brides and we'll share together our love in each other."

"I have a bride in Saudi."

"Now you will have three. We need to share each other's bodies in love. We will be together for many days and to share pleasure in each other will make us one body."

"Already we are one body in Allah." He held both their hands and accepted them as his brides, kissed them both on the lips as they accepted him as their husband.

"We need consummation my husband, which one of us will be first? We are both ready to feel your warmth." Ghaziyah could feel her arousal building and touched herself reflexively between her legs. The sexual tension was not lost on Eiliyah as her nipples hardened and she could feel wetness start to pool. Both wore long black wrap-around skirts, bare legs with white button fronted shirt tops, no brassieres, feet unshod, vaginas unencumbered. They didn't believe in shaving either under arms or between their legs and had mounds of untrimmed black hair. Eiliyah was particularly hairy and had to part a mass of hair to see any part of her womanhood.

Abisali felt constrained as his hardness manifested itself while locked inside his tight trousers and felt the discomfort of restriction and adjusted his penis moving it upright. Pheromones bounced off each of them like little cupid arrows aimed at their noses.

"Undo your buttons but leave the skirts on," he instructed.

They gave each other a lustful smile, nipples clearly visible and hard poking against the thin white material of their shirts. Over the flimsy shirt fabric, using thumb and fore fingers, they twirled their nipples in little pinching movements making them stand out more. He stood looking at them mesmerised within the eroticism of the moment and rubbed his hand against his growing hardness bulging and stretching the front of his trousers. They unbutton the front of their shirts. Eiliyah had bell shaped rather slender breasts with large areolas, sharp, pointed nipples that seemed to reach out to him begging to be sucked and tongued, whereas Ghaziyah had large rosy red nipples pointing upward from rounded breasts that looked too big for her petite body. She placed both hands around them, pulled them apart and pressed them together the symbolism not lost on Abisali, reading her thoughts, here they are, I need your penis here, sperm my neck, pointing.

Standing they looked at him, open shirts, bare-breasted, faces lustfully mischievous, holding their stare against his gaze. Three bodies intertwined lusting for each other but for that brief second, statues holding posture. They lightly feel their breasts making feather like circles on their nipples with the palms of their hands.

"Sit," he lustily growled, "on the settee next to each other, slowly pull up your skirts and open your legs."

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