Leland Drucker, Gen. US Army-

Days of hearing how lost the other facilities were, and the myriad of theories that were more guess than hypothesis, had him feeling depressed to near manic levels. Many people were probably as worried as he was, but his burden was certainty, certainty of humanity’s ruin, if an answer was not found.

The approaching guardsmen returned fire, stopping their truck sideways in the field and piling out behind it for cover… but single shot rifle fire from the guard tower, to the right of Matt & Wise’s location, had them side on in the open. They didn’t last long.

Thomas Mclaughlin-


**SPOILER ALERT**

The reason for Druckers' manic certainty of humanity's doom was as simple as it was sad. Early in the first days of the crisis, his scientists were sure that they had found a cure for this plague / infestation / biological terrorist act, whatever it was. He remembered clearly the early morning peacefulness being shattered with shouts of excitement and personnel running toward him at a full sprint. The lead scientist excitedly started explaining their accidental breakthrough. The scientist held out a vial containing a sample of the virus in one hand and what he said was the cure in another. Even though he had not had his morning coffee yet, Leland started getting excited.

He took the vials in his hands, as if weighing them and asked how long before the scientists theories could be proven. The scientist replied 12 hours if all goes well. The general gave a sigh of relief that he would later regret. In his excitement, he asked the men standing around what they were waiting for? "GET TO IT MAN!" he yelled, and threw the vials to the scientist. He realized what he had done just as the vials left his hands. The lead scientist, shocked by the sudden outburst, jumped back and put his hands up to catch the vials, which slipped through his fingers. The general was running before the first vial hit the ground and shattered, spraying the virus across the legs of the gathered personnel. He reached the airlock and closed the door, pressing the emergency lockdown button sealing it behind him. He looked through the window, first at the men, and then at the broken vials at their feet.

"Oops..." was all he could say as he realized he was going to need more scientists........

As he walked toward the cafeteria, he absently wondered if the vials should be added to the list of things he had broken over the years. "Nah", he decided. the lab geek should have caught them. Looking back, he regretted the loss of the vials because no one else had been able to duplicate the work.

By the way Lee... If an old general was to pull his old pistol & rifle out of moth balls, for one final battle... what sort of weapons would they be, in detail?