Agent for a Cause

"Now this can make all your current difficulties go away so to speak, but it comes with a price."

"Anything!" He begged piteously, his eyes looking glassy, as if he was about to pass out.

"Call the dogs off Anna Courtman and make sure that each of the families represented by the pictures that are lying on the floor around you get the sum of money you offered Anna the second time."

"I swear! Now just inject me please!"

I stabbed his neck with the needle and let him have it. After a few minutes it was obvious that he was beginning to feel better and breathe easier. I watched him as I rested against the side arm of the overstuffed leather chair with my arms crossed before me.

"Feeling better?" I asked.

He nodded, "Yes, thank you!"

"Oh I wouldn't thank me yet." I said coldly.

"What?" As he asked the question I shoved a rag into his mouth and jerked him up to his feet only to cuff his hands behind his back.

I shoved him over the arm of the chair I had been leaning against and pulled the chair closer to the desk. I opened a small cloth satchel that rested on the desk. I turned back to John and flipped him around in the chair slinging his upper body over the chair arm so that his head was hanging near the floor.

He was still too weak to protest much as I sat down across the back of his legs. I leaned forward and rolled the satchel out flat on the desktop and he caught a glimpse of its contents and freaked out. He lunged upward with his torso, his screams muffled by the gag. I shoved him back down with a hand to the back of his head as I reached for the first syringe with the other hand.

"Time for a little quality control testing I think. As the CEO of a large multinational vaccine company, I know that you want to ensure that only the finest quality product is given to your patrons right?"

He screamed against the rag in his mouth. "I'll take that as an emphatic yes. Let's start with the MMR shot shall we."

I jabbed it savagely into his rear and injected the syringes pay load. I tossed the spent needle to the side and grabbed another as I began to work my way through the lineup of thirty some odd needles.

"You know this reminds me of what we do to our boys and girls in the military. On the way over here I was reading about the alarmingly high incidence of multiple sclerosis and other disorders and strange new diseases that are popping up everywhere in our returning vets and current military personnel. You don't suppose you could get MS from doing a mass grouping of shots like this do you?"