Chapter Thirty-Five
General Marcus Quimby sat in the cramped rear compartment of the military transport helicopter. The general, a tall, powerfully built man, was in his early sixties, with graying hair. He was studying data on a thin tablet computer which was about twice the size of the standard pocket comp. The general’s aide sat next to him, anticipating what information would be requested next.
The ultra-fast aircraft made its way toward the secure airspace surrounding the industrial complex owned by Stoffer Medical Enterprise. Since the global pandemic, this facility had become one of the most heavily guarded places in the U.S.
An hour ago, Brian Stoffer had contacted the general directly—something he’d never done before. He was excited to explain that there had been a massive brea
