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“Well, Major, this all sounds good, but where do I come in?”

“Lieutenant Birdsall, we need a platoon of soldiers to funnel them into the buildings, caves, and the like. Like shepherd dogs directing sheep. They won’t think on their own. In fact, they don’t think at all.”

“Like cowboys herding cattle.”

“Yes, exactly.”

“Well, isn’t that…dangerous? I mean, how are these things controlled?”

Major Lewis pushed himself
off the table he was leaning on. “C’mon, I’ll show you.”

Peter followed Major Lewis back out of the debriefing room. He submitted to a palm print and retinal scan at a heavy door with two armed guards and took Peter into a room that resembled a large freezer. “It’s going to be cold in here,
Lieutenant.”

Peter nodded and followed. There was a clear, thick
Plexiglas wall with a door built into it. Behind it, there were rows of shackled soldiers like the one in the maze in the same black suits. Major Lewis entered a code, and the door opened.

“This is our containment facility. The temperature is maintained at near freezing temperatures to
arrest decomposition to the point where it’s negligible.”

“But what about when they’re in the field, sir?”

Major Lewis pointed to one of the soldiers. “See the black suit?”

“Yes, sir.”

“The suit is designed to reduce body temperature to retard decomposition, which is easy since these guys are dead and aren’t generating any body heat. The suit is more of a protection from the surrounding environment.”

Major Lewis paused so that Peter could take it all in. Then he beckoned Peter to follow him out of the room. They exited, and the door sealed behind them.

“I noticed that none of them were moving, sir.”

“Yes. That’s because they each have an Amygdala Inhibitor—or AI—installed in their skulls.”

“Pardon my ignorance, sir, but what is that?”

“Follow me. I’ll introduce you to someone who can explain it.”

They crossed the hall and entered a laboratory. There were long, black-surfaced tables, beakers, microscopes, centrifuges, etc. Major Lewis waved at what was apparently a scientist (hence the white lab coat) and the man walked over.

“Lieutenant Birdsall, this is Dr. Gilbart. He’s an organic chemist working on the project.”

Dr. Gilbart shook Peter’s hand.

“Dr. Gilbart, if you could be so kind, could you explain the ID’s condition and why they need Amygdala Inhibitors?”

He bowed his head graciously. “Of course, Major Lewis.” Then to Peter, “Lieutenant Birdsall, we don’t know the origin of what has been dubbed the Tutsi-Hutu Virus, or THV, but we do know that those afflicted die rapidly from organ failure and re-animate with brain damage.”

“Re…animate.”

“Yes. More precisely, they re-animate with suppressed frontal lobe functioning due to oxygen deprivation and a nasty case of Kluver-Bucy Syndrome.”

Peter’s eyes were apparently starting to glaze over, and the good doctor took this as his cue to explain in simple, layman’s terms.

“Lieutenant, Kluver-Bucy Syndrome was originally only seen in primates with lesions in very specific areas of their amygdala—the center of the brain in responsible for aggression—that would cause them to behave in a hyper-aggressive, hyper-sexual, and hyper-oral manner.”

“I get the hyper-aggressive and hyper-oral—they basically want to eat you…”

“Yes, that’s correct.”

“But hyper-sexual?”

Major Lewis jumped in. “Yes, in early field tests they would sometimes resort to humping each other.”

Peter stifled a laugh.

“Yes,” said Major Lewis matter-of-factly, “we, too, initially found it amusing, but it became problematic during training exercises.”

“Hence the Amygdala Inhibitors,” added Dr. Gilbart. “They are set at a low enough level of inhibition to suppress the acting out of sexual urges, and we can turn them up to effectively stop any behavior as a safety mechanism.”

“So that’s what happened to the soldier in the Labyrinth?” Peter asked Major Lewis.

“Yes, we never had any intention of letting the exercise get out of hand. We were monitoring your progress and had our finger on the button at all times.”

“We?”

“Sergeant Lockwood, actually. He’s the one who turned the ID off and effectively saved your life.”

“Remind me to thank him properly,” Peter remarked with obvious sarcasm. He turned to Dr. Gilbart. “So where do all of these zombies come from anyway?”

“Ah-hem, Insidious Drones,” corrected Dr. Gilbart, who looked at Major Lewis nervously.

Major Lewis quickly changed the subject.

“Come with me, Lieutenant Birdsall, I have to show you the equipment you’ll be utilizing.”

Peter was still pondering the brief moment between Dr. Gilbart and Major Lewis when the Major had left the room. Apparently, they did not intend to answer his question.

Dr. Gilbart bowed his head. “Good to meet you,
Lieutenant. Welcome to the team.” And he turned around and walked back across the lab to continue whatever he had been working on.

Peter left the lab and caught up with Major Lewis, who had been waiting in the hallway. He continued giving the tour. “Let’s go to Engineering. They’ve developed portable MRI’s to help you when you are alone with the ID in the dark to tell the living from the undead.”

They entered another security-locked room where there was a laboratory of another kind.

“Lieutenant Farrow…”

Farrow was at a stainless steel workstation, calibrating some kind of apparatus. When he heard his name, he put down what he was doing, walked over, and saluted the Major.

“Lieutenant Birdsall, this is Lieutenant Farrow. He’s the engineer that supervised the development of MR.UD. Lieutenant Farrow, Lieutenant Birdsall will be leading the platoon of ID wranglers. Could you explain MR.UD to him?”

Farrow smiled enthusiastically. “Yes, sir. Lieutenant Birdsall, MR.UD is the Magnetic Resonance Undead Detector. Picture every atom in your body spinning like a top, but each in a different direction. The MR.UD uses a powerful magnet to align all of the atoms in your body so that they all spin in the same direction. Got me so far?”

Science was not Peter’s strong suit, but he got the gist and nodded.

“Good,” Farrow continued. “Well, when I turn the magnet off, all of the atoms return back to their original orientations in space. As this happens, they emit information revealing the location of each atom, in essence painting a picture of you.”

“Got it.”

“Well, one of the measures taken is the time it takes the atoms to snap back to their original orientations—we call it T1. In necrotic tissue, T1 times are longer, meaning it takes necrotic atoms significantly longer to snap back to their original orientation.”

“So, does that mean the picture of a…ID…is going to be different?”

“We’ve calibrated the device to feed information into a monitor. If the T1 readings fall above a preset threshold, indicating an undead individual, the image of that person will appear red.”

Farrow then walked over to a table with what was apparently the MR.UD and pressed a button on a control panel. A heavy metal door retracted into the ceiling, and behind
it was yet another room separated by thick Plexiglas.

An ID lurched forward and threw himself against the
Plexiglas, smearing blood and saliva on it.

Farrow handed Peter the MR.UD. “Here, point it at the ID and watch the monitor closely.”

Peter did as he was instructed. There was a red image on the small screen.

“The black suit enhances and transmits the T1 reading,” said Farrow.

The ID continued to attack the glass.

“It helps you in the field
to tell who is who.”

Peter gingerly handed the MR.UD back to Lieutenant Farrow. “Thank you, Lieutenant Farrow.”

Farrow nodded.

Peter turned to Major Lewis. “I have a question.” He felt
as if he was in school again, and the sentiment was not a comfortable one. “How exactly do we
wrangle
these things?”

“Lieutenant Birdsall, follow me.”

Peter accompanied Major Lewis, this time, to the firing range. Sergeant Lockwood was waiting for them.

Peter felt awkward. He was still pissed off about the exercise in the Labyrinth, but Sergeant Lockwood
was the one who got him out in one piece.

Peter addressed Lockwood. “So, I understand that you are the one who was responsible for keeping me alive in the Labyrinth.” That was the closest he could come to an actual apology for punching the man who saved his life.

Lockwood nodded tersely.

“Sergeant Lockwood, “Major Lewis interrupted
, “I think it’s time to show the Lieutenant what kind of firepower he’ll be using.”

“Yes, sir.” He walked over to a table and picked up an unusual looking weapon. “This is the future of military weaponry. This is the
FLASH electric ignition 12-gauge shotgun.”

He handed it to Peter, who took it and immediately gauged its weight and feel. “This weapon was developed by a private corporation in the United States. Now let me ask you,
Lieutenant, what’s the biggest problem with conventional army weaponry?”

Peter looked up from the shotgun. “You mean carbines and AK’s?”

“Yes.”

“Jamming.”

“Exactly. There are an unacceptable percentage of fatalities in combat situations due to jamming, because as you know, the rifles typically used involve moving parts.”

“So how does this one work?”

“Well, let me put it this way. You felt how scary it was to have one of these ID attacking you.”

“Yes,” Peter tried not to look bitter about it.

“Well, imagine if you had fifty or one hundred ID swarming you. In such a scenario, jamming is not an option. This weapon has no moving parts. It utilizes an electrical ignition system. So, when you pull the trigger, a pulse is sent up to ignite the ammunition. Look…”

He took the weapon from Peter and disengaged a tube. “Because there is no need to stack ammunition, it is loaded in tubes where they are spring-loaded back-to-back. As one is ignited and leaves the chamber, the one behind it immediately slides up. No moving parts. No jamming. And you can get off more rounds quickly. It’s semi-automatic, so wasting ammo in a panic is less likely.”

“Wow,” Peter was genuinely impressed, “that’s amazing.”

“Generally, in a swarm scenario you don’t want to panic. You’ll want to make every shot count. You’ll also be equipped with
FLASH handguns. Some of your team will have automatic rifles to address flanking by unfriendlies, insurgents, and such.

“The only kill shot with an ID is
to the brain, which is why you’ll be using blunt impact munitions rather than scattershot in the shotguns. Scattershot would normally have effective stopping power at close range, but for a live target. Scattershot won’t even slow an ID down. You need to damage the brain.”

Peter was doing his best to process all of the information being presented to him. “So when we’re out in the field guiding these ID towards targets, what’s to stop
us
from being the targets? You said so yourself, Major, that they do not have any thoughts. How do they know who the bad guys are?”

“Show him the suit,” Major Lewis instructed Lockwood.

Lockwood unfolded and held up a black suit.

“That looks like the suit the ID was wearing in the maze,” Peter reflected.

“It is,” replied Lockwood. “But this one is modified to be worn by a live soldier.” He held out an arm of the suit. “The live soldier’s suit is designed to glow. There are fluorescent lines running up and down the arms and legs to help you see in the dark and identify each other.”

Lockwood then pointed to the shoulder. “As you can see, this is a Corporal’s suit because it has two fluorescent stripes indicating rank.”

Peter reached out to feel the material of the suit. “What’s it made of?”

“A synthetic material designed to keep the soldier cool while masking any heat signature given off.”

“Heat signature? So this is a stealth suit.”

“Exactly. It masks you from detection by the ID, so they’ll ignore you and pursue the designated targets. Terrorists and cartel members will not be wearing these suits.”

“So the ID will only pursue their heat signatures instead of us.”

“Exactly. You’ll be more like furniture to them. Oh, and you’ll appear blue to the MR.UD, yet another way to tell who’s who.”

“So the weapons…”

“Plan B.”

“Yes,” Major Lewis interjected. “The army would appreciate it if the percentage of ID lost to ‘friendly fire’ could be kept to a minimum, given that they are quite expensive and don’t grow on trees.”

“Well, what about the targets? I’m sure they’ll be shooting at your precious ID.”

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