January 26 is Australia Day here in the land of OZ, and we get a long weekend to mark the occasion. For many it’s a chance to go camping with family and friends, while others stay home and enjoy the (hopefully) fine weather.
For Kassandra though, its the beginning of the next stage of the search to find a way to protect people from the infection that has so devastated the Earth and reduced the human population to a mere handful.
As always, these sentences carry on immediately after last week’s sentences so if you want to refresh your memory about what’s happened you can simply follow this link.
“And you are certain that there is no other way?” Terry Anderson, the chairperson of the Purgatory governing council, said from behind a thick pane of hermetically sealed glass. A tall, thin man, with bulbous eyes, a receding hairline, and a hooked nose, the Chairman could never be considered attractive, yet he exuded a powerful charisma that perhaps explained his popularity among the people of the station. If Kassandra could convince him of the merits of her plan, then she knew for certain that the rest of the council would fall into line.
“I assure you, Mister Chairman,” Kassandra replied. “I have exhausted all other avenues of research. Without access to the infected I have reached the limits of what I can do up here.”
The Chairman looked at her. “But this plan of yours … I don’t know … it seems needlessly risky.”