"Well done, Mr. Hart. You've assaulted a member of the United States Armed Forces. Now, if we get out of this, we'll not only be arrested, but held as terrorists and soldier killers. Where'd you get that handgun? Standard army uses Berettas. Who'd you kill?" Joe gave him a scathing look, before opening the bathroom door, and shouting, "Safehouse!" Into the crowd. He let four people in before locking the door again, and held up his gun, saying, "Identify yourselves, we are armed, and dangerous." 

Watching them carefully, he pulled the notepad out of his pocket again, and checked the second page. Holding it so that no one else could see, he read silently, 

Operation Little White Lie

Plan: Rig ground floor of airport with tripwires, spaced one to two feet apart, eight inches above the ground. Set a "Safety Inside" sign in front of the airport. Constantly update. Somehow convince the undead to accumulate in the above floor. Lock them in. Cover doors with tape and/or some sort of obscuring device. Barricade windows as much as possible. Take shelter inside a ground floor restroom.

Goal: Convince survivors to enter to
A: Clear out the infected
B: die in the process, killing numerous infected and leaving behind valuable supplies
C: Filter the herd to ensure that only the hardiest survive, adding to my army".

Unbeknownst to his two new allies, Joe knew exactly what this plague was. He'd seen it before, undergoing testing in vacant Al Quaeda mountain bases. He'd been ordered to tell no one, and had even helped burn it to ashes. According to notes left behind, as far as Joe's rudimentary Arabic could tell him, it wasn't made, simply discovered. He'd been preparing for it ever since, modifying his notes to reflect wherever he was at the time. He planned to telk Myztii of his ideas soon, maybe not all of them, but was wary of Mr. Hart. He was dangerous, Joe was certain. He'd seen the look on Gabriel's face as he executed Operation Heroes of Consequence. He knew the look well. It resembled the look on the faces of bomb builders, when they were caught working. They had surrendered, but only because they were crazy enough to believe that they would have the final say.