Billingsley was more agitated than anyone in the room had seen before. His face was bright red, and he paced back and forth as the rest of them sat silently around the table in the main conference room in Nebula Prime. “I thought that those viruses would already have started working. It’s been, what, a week or so already? When are we going to see something?” He looked straight at Gladys, who was sitting at the table with her arm bandaged all the way from her wrist to her neck. “So, what’s going on with these bugs? You said they would kill most of those alien bastards?” “They’ll do the job,” Gladys replied. “It’s just going to take a bit longer. I talked with Nigel and Mikio about it, and they told me that the pathogens will work, but it won’t be as quick as they thought.” “How much longer? We can’t hold them off forever. What went wrong?” “Well, we’re not exactly sure. We ran into something that we never expected. When we did medical tests on the aliens that were captured and brought here, we thought that they were already sick.
