Isam, who was in Shay's half of the room, hurried over when he heard Fen yelling. The man cursed under his breath. The Russian man, from what he had heard, held some very interesting information. Yet all he was able to give them was some cryptic clue. If the guy died, they would never know who sent what or whatever his strange message had meant. 

When the doctor came in, Isam was sure to get out of the way. About that time, the antidote in Shay's system began to take effect. Isam could look past the room's privacy curtain and see her convulsing in bed. He let out another string of curses as he made his way back into her part of the room, Fen at his heels. There was too much shit going on, and he didn't like chaos. His instincts kicking in, Isam quickly took charge.

"Fen, you have done a good job, and thank you for the help, but please go get a shower and put some clothes on," Isam said, his voice steady and calm. Fen looked down at himself, having completely forgotten his current state of filth and indecency among the hectic events. 
"Oh, right," He said sheepishly, sparing Shay one last worried look before leaving to get cleaned up and dressed. Isam then turned to Sun.
"I don't know where they might keep blankets in here, but please go find some. She might feel more comfortable if she were covered." 

While Sun went to find blankets, Isam got a clean washcloth and soaked it in cold water from the sink. He took it back to Shay and gingerly draped it over her forehead. She looked sweaty, probably from panic. Whatever it was she was seeing, he had a feeling it wasn't good. 

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The sun began to drift out of the sky to end another day. Long shadows were cast upon a lonesome town, a couple miles outside of the decimated city. It had chain link fence all around it, barb wire on top. An old military base. A lone man walked down the street, until he reached a house that sat on the corner. He let himself in, not bothering to knock. The man slunk through the dark home until he found another man, who sat on the old couch in the living room, listening to an old radio full of static. 

The first man cleared his throat. "Sir, we sent a couple scouts to check on the group's progress. Sasha was taken." 
The man on the couch was silent for a moment before he spoke. "It doesn't matter," He finally said, "Trojan Horse will work. We will wait for the first report." 
"And what about the others?" 
"I don't think they'll be a threat to us. We will keep our eyes on the prize, William. The city."