“All you’ve created is something that emphasizes the proteins in the body and overwhelms the organs.It’s something a first-year medical student could have done.It’s not revolutionary,” said Logan.
Isaac beat the sides of his own with his fists, the bag he once held now at his feet.Cash was blowing in the wind, vials of his serum spilling into the grass.
“Isaac?You need help,” said Logan.“Let us help you.”For a moment, for a brief moment, he felt compassion for the man.
“Help me?You can’t help me.You’ve ruined my plans,” he said quietly.Pulling a large syringe from his pocket, he removed the needle protector and jammed it into his own thigh.“Don’t worry for me.This will be fast.This dose was always for me.It’s five times what is necessary.”
There was nothing to be done for him.The serum flooded his body, taking hold of the excessive proteins and multiplying at an alarming rate.Logan knelt beside the body, Saint and Moose and the other side of Isaac.
“I miss Leo,” he said quietly.
“I’m sure he misses you as well,” said Logan.“Brothers always miss one another.”
“H-he was a good brother.I didn’t tell him that enough.”
Isaac was pronounced dead six minutes later.No one could help him.What he left behind was his serum and research, all inside his bag.They would be able to take it home with them and let the team analyze everything he’d done.
“We can bury him here,” said the commander.“On this property.”
“It seems as good a place as any,” said Logan.“We’d appreciate it.”
As they boarded the Osprey once again, Evie and Clark turned to the men.
“Do we go home boys?” asked Clark.Moose shook his head.
“We have a stop to make first.”
CHAPTER THIRTY
Rajesh was pleased that his new market spot was doing so well but truth be told, he missed his old truck.It had been a good truck and he needed it to bring things into town or take his wife places.
Suddenly, someone was honking very loudly.At first it was just a few honks, then there were several long ones in a row.All the vendors stepped out of their stalls and stared down between them. At the end of the rows of vendors, was a brand-new, shiny red truck with an enclosed flatbed.
“What on earth?” murmured Rajesh.Then he saw it.The large men, jumping from the truck and walking toward him.
“Hello, Rajesh,” smiled Moose.
“M-my truck.What happened to my truck?” he asked.
“Well, there was a bit of an issue with that truck that couldn’t be fixed.It was a piece of shit, forgive me,” said Logan.“This one is paid for and all yours.”
He dropped the keys in the old man’s hands and smiled.Rajesh looked from one face to another and then back at Moose.
“It’s true.Your old truck died, Rajesh.We told you we’d replace it and we have.And, your stall here is paid for another five years.They cannot make you leave for any reason.You were very helpful to us.”
“This cannot be,” he said shaking his head.From the back of the market, an older woman shuffled toward them.Her left side of her face seemed to droop, her eye seemingly not at the right level to the other.One arm was smaller than the other, her head concave on the right side.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“My darling.My love, these men brought me back a new truck to replace the one that broke down.They’ve done so much.Our stall is paid for many years!”
“It is a blessing,” she said smiling at him.He kissed his wife lovingly hugging her.
“This is my wife, Marak.She is the joy of my life,” he said smiling.
The men all stared at one another, grinning at the old man.He would never know how close he came to losing the joy of his life.How close a madman had been to seeing her imperfections and assuming that she had no purpose in this world.
“It is very nice to meet you, Marek,” said Logan.“I’m getting married when I go home, perhaps you could tell me what the secret to a happy marriage is.”She laughed and her husband kissed her cheek once again.
