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to the medical or pharmaceutical industry… She recalled that phrase from one Internet site.
    She returned to her desk with a hot coffee just as the intercom phone next to the lime-green-covered desk lamp rang.
    “Dr. Delaney, it’s the patients—they’re worse!” a young nurse who couldn’t hide her panic informed.
    Delaney feared the situation would deteriorate and told the nurse she would be right there. She hoped that Calgleef or even Moya would call back.
    “Please hurry, they all look like they have the flu… and it’s contagious, I know it is!”
    “Okay, Nurse, I’ll be there as quick as I can.” Delaney said as she put the receiver down. “Mm, it’s the flu,”
    Would they have deliberately encouraged the growth of this virus in the US to guarantee sales of their vaccine?
    As abhorrent as it sounded to her, it appeared to be the case.

    * * *
    D r. Moya had no answer to give Calgleef for the circumstances that prevailed at Riverside Hospital. He was only grateful he’d left before the vaccinations began. As an expert in his field he was well aware that reactions were common to any vaccine, but every single patient displaying almost the same behavior after a shot was unheard of. He cautioned the director of the CDC against informing anyone higher, especially the president. He told Calgleef he would investigate the matter personally and to not report anything until he could find an answer—if he could.
    The only man that would have an answer would be Noel Thorncroft.

    * * *
    “ M r. Thorncroft , it’s Moya,” he said into his cell when the international call was answered. As personal overseer for Thorn Bio-Tech in the vaccination program, he now had Noel Thorncroft’s personal number, a major feather in his cap.
    “Yes I know, you have something for me?” Thorncroft answered dryly.
    Moya wasn’t offended, he was getting used to Thorncroft’s rude behavior. “Sir, there is a situation developing with the vaccination program, which we need to address immediately.”
    “And just what would that be?” Thorncroft’s voice changed to urgent.
    Moya heard him tell someone to, “Get off!” and understood Thorncroft wasn’t alone. Moya was among the few who knew of his employers’ passion for young men and of the small fortune he spent acquiring their services and was able to get a picture in his head—it wasn’t a pretty sight. He was also aware of what happened to anyone who mentioned it.
    “The vaccine has given the flu to everyone who received shots.”
    “What are you talking about, Moya?” A fumbling sound was heard over the mouthpiece of the phone. “You know as well as I do, vaccines contain a small amount of the virus, but they’ve been rendered inactive to build the antibodies to strengthen the immune system against the virus.”
    “Yes, sir, I know that, but I’m only relaying the information to you of what’s happened. You need to have it tested, sir.”
    “We do? Why can’t you do it there? That’s why I brought Calgleef in on this.” Thorncroft then ordered his guest to get him a drink.
    He doesn’t treat his lover boys any better apparently. Moya shuddered; the very thought of these young men with that fat, old—blech!
    “Sir, if an analysis was conducted here, the results would be available to those I’m sure you’d prefer not know of the vaccination’s makeup. The possibilities for reproduction—albeit illegal—would be all too prevalent.” Moya appealed to the one thing he knew would make Thorncroft sit up and take interest. Money.
    He could practically hear the gears grind away in Thorncroft’s head as he thought it over. He heard the sound of ice cubes in a glass, then a long slurrrp as the CEO of Thorn Bio-Tech took a swallow of his drink. Either that or he and his— No, Moya shook his head to get that picture out of his mind. His head still contained remnants of the earlier image.
    “Perhaps you’re right on that point, Moya. I’ll get our lab