Infiltrator

Carl saw how scheming Angelia was, and a glimmer of light flashed through his eyes. ‘That’s not a bad idea. But how do you propose we make her sick?’ ‘General Conway, don’t you forget, I am a doctor. I have a way to make her suffer from an acute illness. She’ll start showing symptoms within hours. However, I’ll have to trouble you to inject her with something.’ ‘Of course, that’s fine.’ Slowly, Angelia picked herself up from the floor. ‘I just need to make a trip back to the pharmacy.’ ‘Go. Come find me when you’ve got what you need.’ ‘Yes, General.’ Angelia left Carl’s office, still trembling. The pain in her neck reminded her that she barely escaped the grasp of death. She shuffled out of the headquarters and the feeling of emptiness in her body consumed her again. Now, she could no longer use the drugs as she pleased, as the ones she had on hand were almost finished. Angelia gasped and the blue veins on her forehead were bulging. Her face was extremely ashen. *** In the ward, Elias