192 Bad Idea (2/2)

Every head turned toward's Fred's direction as his cry died out and he fell to the floor. In mere seconds, he was reduced to nothing more than a puddle of human fluid while shock took everyone by surprise.

Seeing everyone stare at him stoned faced, Laz just gentle raised his hand and waved while saying.

”Hello.”

Brian and agent Wallace were the first ones to react.

”FIRE!”

”SHOOT HIM!”

It's a good time to note that the current set up of people included two factions. One was the security that work that on a normal basis. The other group, while having been arranged through connections thanks to Brian, were regular police swat that were aloud to be a part of this thanks to Brian using Wallace's federal position. With the swat members there was also the few federal agents that Wallace was able to bring with them. Although the swat and federal agents were better trained, there were far more of the security guards.

Needless to say, when Brian and agent Wallace yelled out their orders, agent Wallace's group responded first. The guns that had originally been pointed at the front door was suddenly aimed at Laz as they opened first, only to see Laz disappear like a mirage before them. Using his superhuman speed, even the most well trained among the group had trouble keeping up with his speed. It also didn't help that they were using tranquilizer darts which fired at a much slower speed than a regular bullet.

Laz easily dodged the slow bullets and made his way to those who were closest to him. Since these people were just normal people and also weren't criminals, Laz didn't go all out against them. Even if they were stronger than a regular person, they were still normal humans. There was no reason to unleash a massacre on these people just doing their jobs. As such, he easily dispatched the ones he came in contact with with nothing more than a quick hit to the gut, relying on his martial arts training to take them down in a quick and mostly painless method.

His choice of moving into close quarters combat caused those firing at him to be at a loss since they could no longer keep firing without hitting their allies. Both agent Wallace and Brian saw the problem but only Brian, having expected this, reacted.

”Fall back. Stop shooting. Turn on the cameras.”

The first two orders made sense, the last one didn't. But then again, only he knew who he was talking to.

”Well now, look what we have here. A rabid dog just itching to start killing. The people will not be afraid of you, you filthy creature. They will not be intimidated nor oppressed by you or your kind. You will not have your way. The people of this United States will stand up and rise against you and all of those like you who wish to take over this great nation of ours and turn it into your playground,” Brian said while striding forward in a heroic manner.

”The fuck are you talking about?” Laz was genuinely confused as to what the hell Brian was doing. But Brian didn't plan to explain and instead, just continued on with his rant.

”This playing stupid act will not confused people anymore. We have seen you for what you are. Murders, invaders, rapists, kidnappers. I'm not even sure you're human anymore. But you creatures will not do as you wish. We will rise up to stop you!” As Brian continued his monologue, he continued to step forward while releasing a strange light from around him. It was a blindingly glaring white that seemed to coat the room in a strange glow, reflecting off the wood and stone fixtures that adorned the classic southern style home.

If people were watching Brian from outside of the light's blinding edge, they couldn't help but think that Brian was actually some sort of figured who was made up of only light, like some sort of holy deity.

And that's exactly what was happening.

Brian had set up HD camera's at various places around the house and was streaming the feed out. The feed was actually boosted thanks to a certain lab that he had made a deal with when he had contacted them before, causing the stream to go out to more people who then started sharing it with others. And that's not even mentioning the ones who were recording it to be shared later.

The entire thing was a set up.

...

In the main office of the Global Sciences building, Jesse was watching the stream without showing any emotion what so ever. Next to him were various members of the company along with several members of Congress. They were all sitting in a conference room while this fight was playing out on a live stream.

”Ladies and Gentlemen. I know that there has been some doubt in the past, however we now have a chance to to show you just how dangerous these creatures are to our democracy and it's citizens. We were lucky to have been contacted by the person you see now to be evaluated. And I must say, his blood in completely clean from this or any other sort of virus. This young man is amazingly healthy, even by our standards. Not only that, but he was able to get in contact with the federal agent to assigned to head the new anti-infected division and they set up a trap for one of the most dangerous infected we have seen. This man on the screen was personally responsible for the deaths of over 50 gang members and the destruction of their warehouse. You might say to yourselves, 'well, isn't that a good thing?' If so, then I ask you. If he can do this against armed gangsters, what's to stop him from robbing a bank, or destroying a school? Maybe this one won't, but what about the others? Time will only tell, but do you want to leave something like this up to chance?” As Jesse's words spread out over the room, several of the congressmen and women could help but engage in whispers. Although they were mostly still reserved, he could tell that he had set the fuse. All that was left was to wait for the fireworks.

Turning back towards to monitor, Jesse couldn't help but whisper to himself,

”Time for the real show to begin.”