“We’re clear. You can begin. And see if Dr. Chang and Dr. Janus have any bodies to dispose of.”The older of the two men nodded and they left the ship’s bridge.Below deck, they began strapping on the suits they wore each time.“You ever think about what we’re doing?” the younger man asked.“I try not to.”“You think it’s wrong?”The older man glanced up at him.“They’re people, they’re just sick.”“Are they? Are you a scientist? I’m not. Janitors don’t get paid to think.”“Yes, but—”“Don’t do that. Don’t overthink this thing. You’ve got my back out there. My life is in your hands. You overthink what we’re doing and you could get us both killed. And most importantly, you could get me killed. If the freaks on the deck don’t get us, the lunatics in the control room will. We’ve got one chance here: we do our job. So shut up and suit up.”The younger man looked away, then resumed attaching tape to his suit, occasionally glancing at the older man.“What did you do before the plague?”“I didn’t do anything,”
