Epilogue

In a restricted area of the Rainforest District, scientists bustled inside an underground facility. A covered army truck rolled in to underground parking garage. Soldiers jumped out of the truck, unlatched the back and pulled out a covered stretcher. A few scientists surrounded the stretcher with great excitement and interest.

"Where was this subject found?" one of them asked.

"A little ways outside of Tuhuga," on of the soldiers responded. "Fell off of a sky lift dock. I don't think she survived." Another scientist lifted up the cover to take a look. He nodded approvingly.

"Only died at least ten to fifteen minutes ago," he reported while one other scientist scribbled down the data. "Let's bring her to the lab. Quickly." The subject was then moved onto a gurney and was moved to a room that looked much like an operating room. Scientists and doctors scurried around, prepping for the test.

"Alright, everybody," the head scientist called, clapping his hands. "This could be it. Dr. Cogman, the serum." The scientist was handed a glass tube that contained a yellow-orange liquid. He pulled back the cover, revealing the subject's face and chest.

"Injecting the serum in three…two…one."

Sequel here: s/12060820/1/No-More-I-Need-Peace