[ WP ] After a routine blood test , your doctor calls and tells you in a frantic voice to stay put . Shortly after , your house gets surrounded by a SWAT team and CDC agents .

`` Open up!'' 
 
 The voice from the trained operatives from the other side of your front door cant ever be louder. Every muscle of your body tensed up. Every instinct you know you have it in you sharpened as you carefully planned your next move. You recognize almost all the guys out there as you peek outside from windows minutes ago. Sanchez, the guy with highest target hit in your regular training routine. Omar, the sneakiest 250 pound man your base have ever seen. And lastly, Buziek. 
 Henry Buziek was your best friend. You graduated highschool and enlist together in the forces. Both of you had atleast owed each other lives at least 3 times by now. Thats how close you are. And now he's out there, with a weapon in steady position and leading the command into your abode. 
 
 `` Jim, please, just open up the door!'' 
 
 I felt shiver down my back. I knew that voice better than anybody else on the planet would. 
 
 `` Sarah!?'' 
 You yell to the commotion outside through the wooden door. You felt the readying grip on your own handgun and its holster falter. 
 
 `` Yes, Jim. Its your wife, Sarah. Please just open the door'' 
 
 `` Whats going on?! Dr. Marown never told me anything!'' You shout back, reminding your conversation with that on-base doctor 15 minutes ago. The old veteran was one of your closer friends, but you never heard his croaky voice sounded so concerned and sad before. 
 
 `` Thats why we're here Jim. Open up and let us talk this one down calmly'' Buziek voice shot back right at you. 
 
 `` Talk? With the rest of the boys behind your back? Fat chance!'' 
 
 Thats when the sound start. Its a bit skewed, a looping, repeating sounds, like a siren. You take a peek through your foggy peephole at your front door. There was a big, loud, white van approaching from the main street. The details on the vehicle was obscured by the people and the general untidyness of the hole, but it only raise your awareness even higher. 
 
 `` Whats that!?'' 
 
 `` Precautions, Jim. We want to treat this one as best as we could'' 
 
 Treat? 
 
 `` Oh no, Im not coming out until you tell me, what the hell is going on!'' 
 
 `` Its a delicate situasion Jim. We get these kind of things every year, so we prepared for it'' 
 
 `` We done this thing last year, Jimmy-boy! Dont you pretend to forget!'' 
 
 `` What thing!?'' Your pent up frustration shot up your throat, making your exclamation sound rougher, `` You all never did me nothing! Im a clean man, you cant make me fall for something I didnt do!'' 
 
 `` Jim, please! Lets make this thing easier for both of us! For our friendship!'' 
 
 you groan. `` Not you too, Buziek! You know me. I knew you. Im clean! I dont know whats going on here, but Im sure it has nothing to do with me! There has to be some mistake!'' 
 
 `` No mistakes Jim'' the heavier voice belongs to Omar `` This is a very special operation is adjusted just for you'' 
 
 You tried to remember. You search your mind for some explanation. You tried recalling your steps into a year ago, trying to piece the puzzle that you never know exist. However, it stops shortly as theres another commotion outside. There was the sound of crates being opened. Shifting sounds. Moving sounds. You tried once more to peek through your not-so-trusted peephole, but you only say a very close, downcast face of your wife. Her expression is painted with distress. 
 
 `` Its not your choice Jim. We're sorry that it had to be like this, this year'' she says, whispery. Even through the ever sounding weird sirens, the motions and the preparedness from the outside world, I hear her voice clearly. 
 
 `` Come out Jim. Lets face it together'' 
 
 You felt your arm limp. You closed the holster of your handgun, locking it inside. You put your sweaty, nerveous hands on your voice and prays for the best. Then you open up the door. 
 
 Your wife hugs you. 
 
 The crowd cheers. 
 
 `` Happy Birthday Jim!''
