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March 30, 2005
Chemical/Biological Attack
The car was loaded and we were ready to go. "Wait! I've got to feed Cat. I'll be right back." I ran inside to feed my cat because she goes what I'm sure any respectable cat psychic would call "insane" if she goes more than 12 hours without food. That should last until tomorrow morning. With that I dashed out of the house.
I got outside and turned to lack the door -- I was leaving to spend the weekend at my parents' house -- when I heard someone call out from the street, "There he is."
What? Who? It didn't sound to menacing, but I didn't see anyone else out on the street when just a second before. No one except the guy from across the street that looks like he swallowed a beach ball without chewing and he never talks to me. Well, he did talk to me once when we were both out on the street - he on his stoop, me on a ladder painting my house - when someone was shot just down the block. "That sounded like a nine mil."
That was about the extent of the conversation, so I was a bit surprised when I turned and saw it was him talking to me.
"Hey."
"How have you been?"
What? You've never talked to me before. "Not too bad. What happened to your neck?" He was wearing a big white neck brace like people wear when they want to make their accident look worse than it really is. Maybe it was a bad accident he had a cane too. He was twirling it.
"I was attacked."
"What?"
"I was attacked."
"Attacked? How?" Oh, shit. I walked into it again. Why the hell do I always do this? He's going to talk to me all night.
"On the job."
"What? Where do you work?"
"I'm a bounty hunter. I was going after a couple drug dealers in West Virginia."
Sweet. He's a bounty hunter. This story is going to be awesome. "Really?"
"Yeah. We went in there and they greeted us with [something]."
I tried to pretend I knew what he was talking about, but I felt finding out the rest of the story was wroth looking ignorant . "Ok. I give. What's that?"
"It's a gas. A chemical/biological gas that attacks the nervous system."
Gas? No way. That is so 90's. Everyone is using roadside bombs these days. Besides, how do you have a chemical/biological gas. Doesn't it have to be one or the other? "Woah. That sounds serious."
"Yeah. I was in the hospital all last week -- getting surgery on my spine. It attacks the nervous system and moves into the brain. I'm gonna have to do a lot of rehab."
"I'd be pissed. Did you get the guys at least?"
"They ran off. We weren't expecting them to use chemical/biological agents on us, but we got two of 'em."
"Out of?"
"Out of four. We still gotta get the big guy. The head guy. He's the one I want."
"Well take care of yourself. I'm going to visit my parents for Easter." I hopped in the car and we drove off.
Posted by calculatoronfire at March 30, 2005 07:32 PM
Comments
Most likely a high dose of permethrin or some other heavy duty bug spray chemical that acts as a neurocide/neurotoxin. They work just as well on humans as they do on wasps and other pests.
Posted by: Rob Carlson at April 4, 2005 10:37 AM
I'm going to ask him. I'm sure he'll give the long answer, that alone could be worth it.
Posted by: brian at April 8, 2005 04:53 PM