Oct 05, 2010 20:17
[ There's only one capekiller in the camera's view, fully armored up. He doesn't look directly at the camera when he speaks. For those keeping track at home, he's a new voice, a new operative. He doesn't stand the way most of them do---he's seated, gloved hands clasped loosely between his knees ]
I know that you know that you're sick. We've been evaluating the posts on this network, tracking your progress and the way the illness has spread. Honestly, it's got us worried. We thought that you just had some kind of contagion that we're immune to in this universe---and we know now that this isn't the case.
[ he pauses. His breath hums in the helmet. ]
Going into the Institute in Seattle is no longer optional. Please, cooperate with us. Expect S.C.Y.T.H.E. representatives to show up at your assigned housing by the end of the week. They'll have some medication with them that'll stave off the worst of the symptoms---lower your fever, keep you comfortable until we get you to Seattle.
Don't try to hide your sickness. The infected cells contain an allotropic form of iron. We have a bead on it, so we will absolutely be able to find you no matter where you go. We want to help you. Let us do that before this turns into a full-blown epidemic.
Give up your sick friends or be quarantined as an entire community. The choice is yours.
You have three days.
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