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Do Not Test MeSamuel Krukowski had managed, what he felt in his mind, the impossible, at least the first part. A plan that he had thrown together in the last week, actually worked. Whatever the odds may have been; he was too afraid to calculate prior as that would have increased his self-doubt, he managed to escape with the pathogen known as the Marburg virus.
As he sat in his car, he panted as if he had run a marathon; the now recognizable symptoms of yet another panic attack was at present, washing over him. This was an all too familiar feeling he had been experiencing in waves over the last hour. He gripped the steering wheel until the whites of his knuckles were accentuated by the red creases of his stretched skin. Samuel tried in vain to slow his breathing. In through the nose, o
