Returned

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Betts, Sarah and I are back in New York. Don't you wish you had better fake passports?

There are a lot of things that need to be said, but I'll cover that in the post-op meeting tomorrow morning, when everybody is home. For right now, you all did good. About the shittest planned first operation possible to start with, and each of you did your jobs as well as I could have hoped. I will be grumpy and yell at you tomorrow. Today, on the other hand, you all get applause. Drinks are on my tab around the corner.

I just got off the phone with Muir Island, and just to let you know what you did last night? According to the data we took, there were two parts to the research. One was a series of treatments that would have allowed Strucker to double, maybe even triple his lifespan. The other is less sane. Kevin's DNA was making it so that Strucker could build a virus that targeted specifical racial groups by the keys in their own DNA. Only people with certain sequences, like say, white Aryan races, would be immune to it. I don't pretend to understand the science, but I do know a little about biowarfare. According to Conners, if successful, this virus could have killed the better part of 95% of the world's population. That's what you stopped. Welcome to the job.

Sofia, we've got a girl in the office who spent a couple of days getting organs removed by Nazis. I no shrink, but it seems to me she might need someone to talk to. The rest of you, I'll see you at the bar.

Marie-Ange, try to get there early. I've got an offer for you.