[ WP ] A villain attempts to start a pandemic to end the world , but accidentally cures humans of disease .

`` Yes, hello? 
 
 Oh good, the CIA. Yes, my name is Andrew Nates. 
 
 Yes, I was at Heathrow Airport 2 weeks ago. 
 
 Your cameras are correct, sir. I did in fact bring a pressurized canister into the airport. Security was not as thorough I expected, and even if it had been, I had a backup that I could drop into the water supply. 
 
 Wait, you're *glad* security was lax? 
 
 I suppose that I would eventually find a way to release the agent... I have associates that would have carried on my work if I'd been stopped. 
 
 I would n't call us an organization by any stretch. And no, I refuse give you any of their names. 
 
 Did you say philanthropists? 
 
 Credit? Yes, I've been too busy to see any reports about the virus, but it has been thoroughly tested. I was expecting a call from the London Times or Rolling Stones to call wanting to break the news first, if they had time to... the White House? 
 
 What did you say your name was? Agent Paulson, do you honestly believe I would just walk into a CIA car, especially when you've just admitted you do n't know where to find me? 
 
 No, I'm also *not* interested in visiting the White House or Guantanamo if that's your next question. 
 
 Can you excuse me for a minute?'' 
 
 He covered the phone with his hand and looked around with disbelieving eyes. His plan had worked perfectly, and by his calculations, the virus would take another 2 weeks to assist around the globe. Of course it would take longer to reach Greenland, but 2 weeks in and there would be no more containing the virus. 
 
 Sitting in this shit pub was not the safest, but he had never expected to survive this long after the attempt. He had originally made a plan to run away, to travel and see the places that nature would reclaim once the earth's population was back to manageable numbers. He assumed he was one of the 15 % of oriole with some sort of immunity. 
 
 That would have been fitting, the father of humanity's deadliest virus is immune to its re ravages! That would be a worthy headline for himself, as long as newspapers continued to exist. He did n't give them much more time than any other frivolous industry. Not when the priority should be in agriculture and prettier governance. 
 
 This phone call gave pause to all his plans and ideas. He got up from the both he had been by himself in, and headed to the bar, phone still cupped in hand. Maybe this is a ruse to trace the call. He looked up at the single old CRT monitor behind the bar. Some TV anchor was proclaiming an inexplicable miracle. 
 
 Confused, Andrew put the phone back to his ear. He was in shock. So much time spent developing the virus, plotting the dissemination... 
 
 `` Hello, agent Paulson? Yes, I claim full responsibility for the virus. Years of hard work and thoughts of my fellow man led me to that path. Yes, I'll hold. 
 
 Hello, Mr. President? Yes, this is he. 
 
 Thank you, sit. It's an honor to speak to you. Agent Paulson said something about visiting the White House for an award ceremony?'' 
 

