Deadly Business
By: David K. Montoya

Flanagan sat at his desk, there was no hope left for the inhabitants of this world, as the Vodic Plague consumed an entire country in mere hours.

"Millions dead," Flanagan cried. "For what a few billion dollars?"

Flanagan glanced down at the contract he signed to design a new super virus and removed a marker from his desk and wrote: Guilty in red and pinned it to himself.

Flanagan took out a small gun from his pant's pocket and said. "I'm dead anyway, once they find out the truth."

He took a deep breath and then pulled the trigger.

The End

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