Ten Sticky Fingers
“How does it feel knowing you’re the father of modern disease?”
“Bah, I’ve been thought of as the father of all disease, modern or not, for long enough it doesn’t matter.”
Josef had his feet up on a teak coffee table and was drinking from a glass of vodka and cranberry. He was taking my visit entirely all too well since the badger invaders had been dealt with.
“Obviously you’re not here to kill me Arturo. If you had been, you’d have helped the Sleepers finish my guards and I off. So what do you want?”
“Those particular messengers were from The Scavenger, yes?”
“Yes. We had been supposed to work out a business arrangement regarding the dispersal of toxins into the water system. I had been informed that a correction to my vaccine had already been released. I thought rather than fighting with each other, that maybe this Scavenger would be interested in some sort of business arrangement.”