The Commander looked at the file on his desk marked 'classified' in bold, red letters, and he thought to himself. What has my military government cooked up this time? First there was Project Zeus and that went to shit. A whole island was still infested with a viral mutation and now lost because of it. Millions were dead and only a handful of survivors were there, from what he knew. At this time, he figured they were all dead.

He was told and sworn, up and down, left and right that a resolution to the problem would be found. As far as he was concerned, it just kept getting put on a back burner. The black-haired, brown-eyed Sergeant looking at him from across his desk was standing and waiting for the file to be opened and read so he could report to his commanding officer. He never recognized the man before. Did he even have a commanding officer? Was he really waiting for me to read the file? Or was he here for something else? He couldn't recall and lost himself in thought.

It's been three years since anyone gave a damn about the island. It was quarantined, and anything that left the island without authorization was terminated on the spot. Anyone or anything that went in was checked out by military personnel. If that person or thing made it out, it was solid luck. Nine times out of ten, nothing came back out unless it was infected with a virus or transporting something that came from a virus. It made him sick. Every time they tried to blow the place up, something happened and the strike was cancelled out. No one could explain it. No one wanted to even try to explain it.

Looking at the manila folder again, he finally flipped it open and saw the heading of the project that was in motion under his nose for the past three years. Now he was livid.

"Project Hera?!" the Commander snarled out. "Why didn't anyone fucking tell me anything about this?! For three years? And now this...thing?...is operational?!"

"I'm sorry, Sir," the Sergeant said. "It had to be kept a secret. We know how intelligent Project Zeus is, and we couldn't have the information leak out. It had to be kept a secret from everybody. The only ones that knew about this was myself, a handful of scientists, my commanding officer, and now you. There is a helicopter outside waiting to transport you to the location where Project Hera is about to make a final check before becoming operational."

"Hera and Zeus. Motherfucker!" the Commander muttered. "How many more original fuck ups can our government make?! Whatever. Let me see here. So, Project Hera is supposed to be an antivirus? To Project Zeus? And who is your commanding officer?"

"That's what I was informed, Sir. You'll know more when we get to the base, Sir. My commanding officer is a scientist, Sir. You will meet him at the base, Sir," the Sergeant said. Slapping the folder closed, he got up and collected a few of his personal effects. He studied himself in the mirror to make sure he looked presentable. Steel grey eyes looked back at him from a chiseled, clean-shaven face. His sand-blonde hair was cropped short. So short that many would say he looked bald. Muttering to himself, as he grabbed his military jacket and hat to put on, the manila folder was collected next. He was escorted to the waiting helicopter on the roof shortly after. When a few minutes of flight checks and permissions to fly were granted, he was taken to the secret lab. Once they were up in the air, he noticed that it was the Sergeant that flew them to their next location. Apparently, pilots weren't trusted.

"How far away is it?" the Commander asked.

"We'll need to take a submarine underwater," the Sergeant said.

"Really? That's a bit illogical."

"The Blacklight Virus cannot stand water. It was the most logical thing to do."

"Hmm. Maybe. So, this Project Hera will bring an end to Project Zeus?"

"That's what I know. You'll see for yourself."

"We'll see," the Commander nodded and let himself drift into a light sleep.