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This week had not been an easy one for Rabastan. Though he believed all the changes were for the best, life was considerably more complicated. He was distrustful of the ICW--and worried what they might do. This distrust extended so far that he had hired an army--on loan from his good friend, Josef Wentzell. His Royal Highness (eyeroll at that title) had provided the one hundred men--all still with magic, all loyal to Rabastan. He had a small number stationed near Lestrange Castle--others were at the Ministry with Andromeda--others still guarded the island he and the woman now called home--and a number of them were at the Lestrange Foundation with him.

They were security and peacekeeping forces, something he judged as necessary just in case anyone made any efforts to attempt to send himself, his love, or his brother to prison. No matter the state of complexity in his relationship with Rodolphus, Rabastan would forever do anything and everything in his power to keep the man out of prison. They had lost too much to Azkaban. He would never go back again--and he would never stand passively by to let his brother go back either. 

He wanted to believe the ICW was not here to imprison anyone. He wanted to believe they were here to do the same things that the Lestrange Foundation had been founded to do. Research had been ongoing for months in the labs at TLF and in cooperation with the hospitals and universities of the United Kingdom. But they did not have the cure. They did not even clearly have a cause. If the ICW could bring in the right minds to unravel this puzzle, then Rabastan would gladly give them the full support of the Foundation. He was not the only voice at the Foundation, of course. Andromeda still sat above him in the chain of command, but he was present daily. He gave long hours to the research. She still had a country to run. But he could facilitate this aspect of cooperation with the ICW. He was just going to do it with an army at his back, just in case. 

The wizard had welcomed the ICW group to the Foundation with a breakfast and a short presentation about the Foundation,  its researchers, and its laboratories. He spoke proudly of the advanced equipment available within the Foundation--of the DNA sequencer they had procured and promised any reasonable request for any supplies, equipment, or technology would be quickly addressed. The Lestrange urged the ICW researchers to come to him should they have need of anything at all. 

The welcome speech done, Rabastan led the group out of the large conference room. "If you will follow me this way, we can pay a visit to one of the laboratories. This lab is run by Healer Avery." He pushed the door to the lab open and held it ajar after moving in out the way to allow the others to join him inside. "Em--may I present Davis and Samira of the ICW. I'll defer to you to speak to more of the specifics on the research that you have been doing." Rabastan could have dominated the conversation, if he had wanted to. He knew the details of what was being researched in every laboratory at the Foundation. The wizard took his job as the Director of Research very seriously. He was invested and present and believed in the work they were doing. But he also knew that him prattling on about it would mean less to the professionals who had traveled from wherever it was that they had come to research this epidemic. They would have more respect for someone they were more likely to view as a colleague. His pride was not bruised by this fact. He pulled out his phone and shot a text off to Andromeda--both to say he loved her and to keep her apprised of the situation there at the Foundation.

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Emmaline was well aware of the fact that things were changing. She didn’t think anyone missed it. There was a tension that was palpable in the last few days, but it had existed before that too. Things were never going to be the same, and she thought that that was fine. They could get through it. Things would work themselves out, even if she had to see to that herself… Not that those sorts of things were going to ever be spoken aloud, but the amount of people capable of probing around her thoughts these days was far fewer, and really, she didn’t think that anyone was going to take her seriously anyway. At least not until something happened.

But she wasn’t going to go that far. They didn’t have the time or the manpower to deal with something like that right now. No one had the patience either, and things like that were always draining, on a good number of people. People that needed to focus, and take care of themselves, and be ready for anything right now. They needed magic back, and that was her first priority when she was here. The Foundation had become something of a second home, and with the house empty most of the time, it was easy enough to spend countless hours here, wrapped up in her research.

There were more than a few nights when she found her way back, not to her own home, but to the castle that she had grown up in. Her brother had insights that she had missed. His years as an Unspeakable gave him different ways of looking at things than hers as a healer had. And knowing that there were two sets of eyes was better than nothing. She thought that they could use all of the help that they could get. Last time they had talked about it, she knew that Andromeda had even offered Davina a place here, if she wanted it. Anyone that might see something that someone else had missed.

If they were going to cure this, they had to be missing something. It was a virus, they knew that much, and everything that she came up with tied it to DNA. That magic was tied to their DNA didn’t surprise her. Perhaps it should have, but you could see that it was clearly a mutated gene. One that allowed for them to set themselves apart from the rest of the species. Because being wixen didn’t make them a different species. They were still human. They were just in touch with something ‘other’.

And she thought that it was interesting that there seemed to be no effect to elemental magic. Perhaps they had less control of their actions. There was little to no control in some of those that she had asked to try and use that magic for her. But she didn’t think that it had been hindered at all. They simply didn’t know how to control it. The same could be said for the Inner Eye, or Aura Reading. Rhodes had said something about Melanie having headaches last time he had seen her. And Emmaline knew for a fact that Felicity was having trouble with her own abilities.

There were more questions than answers, and while she wasn’t thrilled with the ICW coming, she thought that if they could help with the Epidemic, she would welcome them. If they could give insights that no one here had thought of, if they had seen things that were going to help them crack this, if they could find anything that was going to bring some hope back, she thought they just might need it. As much as she didn’t want to admit that they needed the help, they well and truly did, and she would do what she could to help them to help the country.

She had talked about it with Andromeda, and with Rabastan, and she was going to open her lab – not that she had a choice on that one, it was technically the Lestranges lab – and she was going to open her notes for the foreigners. Emmaline was on board with full cooperation when it came to this. If they could fix it, she didn’t care who was the one that figured it out in the end. They simply needed it to end.

Looking up when the door opened, she smiled at Rabastan and then her gaze swept to the two people that accompanied him. “Doctors. Welcome. My name is Healer Avery, as Rabastan said. But you are more than welcome to call me Emmaline.” Emmaline set what she was doing to the side and picked up the folders that she had put together with the information pertaining to what was happening in the lab right now. “I didn’t know how much information you were given before you arrived, so everything that we know about how fast the virus spread, and as best as we could categorize the symptoms is in these folders.”

She flipped her long braid back behind her shoulder and tucked a fly away strand from next to her cheek back behind her ear. “I started this research in London at St. Mungo’s Hospital, which is where the outbreak was first discovered. Patient Zero remained there for a number of weeks, as described on page seven.” She knew that they weren’t actually going to read it now, but it was worth them taking it with them. Everything that she knew, that G knew. That Andromeda and Rabastan knew, was in that packet. For the most part. There were always going to be things that didn’t make the packet, but they weren’t prevalent for this.

“Given the apparent randomization of the infected, I’ve been studying the DNA sequences of both those that remained healthy through all of this, and those that were infected. There’s a section detailing everything that we’ve found to be similar and different in the genome structure, but so far, it’s not enough to point us in a truly solid direction. While there are some instances of parent to child ‘immunity’ there’s little cause to state that it could firmly be hereditary.”

She knew that she was rattling on now, but Emmaline truly had no idea who knew what, or how much they had been briefed on specifics before they had arrived. And that was what she was doing in this lab. She was studying things on a genome specific level. It had been gut instinct, really, and a little of Adaline’s curiosity if she were being honest, that had pushed her in this direction to start with.

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[attr="class","cbody"]News of the epidemic had broken quickly after it had happened. Not immediately, of course, but it was obviously impossible to keep a state of an emergency a secret. It was impossible to close borders and not have the rest of the world find out about it. That was just not a secret that anyone had the ability to keep. Not with trade being what it was. They were connected more so now than they had been in decades past. There was no good reason to keep it a secret either, not unless they were trying to keep from outside interference. Samira knew that there was definitely a chance that they were not all happy for the interference. With a radical group in charge and a good portion of their population in chains, metaphorically but also perhaps literally speaking in some cases, there was a chance they wanted a higher power as far from them as possible.
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Samira didn’t know for certain how the political minds of the International Confederation of Wizards planned on dealing with that. Obviously, they were here for more than just the epidemic. That was not their only focus. She didn’t know if they were going to end the registration by order of the Supreme Mugwump, or ease into it. In this case, she was just as unsure which would be preferable. An abrupt and complete end to the registration might take some adjustment, but it might also be necessary. It wasn’t as if it was going to have a negative impact on the economy or on the government. More people would be feeling jobs that needed filling, and they would be contributing more to the economy again. There were certainly benefits to just getting rid of it immediately and setting a precedent for this trip.
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But she was not one of the brilliant political minds on this trip. She liked to think that she knew her way around politics, being around it as much as she had been in her life, but that was not why she was here. What they decided to do with the epidemic was not her decision. She would leave that up to Luiz and the strategists working under him. They all had their missions here, and she was looking forward to getting started with hers.
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From the moment that she had heard about the epidemic, she had been intrigued. It was difficult not to be, being an Immunologist. Diseases were like riddles. They were puzzles that begged to be solved and it wasn’t every day that something cropped up like this. Something that had never been seen before. Samira knew that there were magical immunologists around the world that were likely trying their hand at finding a cure, from wherever in the world they happened to be. But there was very little that they would be able to do without samples and firsthand research and information coming directly from the doctors and researchers that had been working tirelessly for months. She was incredibly grateful to even have this opportunity, and she was incredibly eager to get started.
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The Lestrange Foundation was certainly an impressive institution, particularly for how recently it had been formed. She had her doubts, though. She couldn’t claim to know every detail of the political makeup in the United Kingdom, but she knew the surname Lestrange. The Minister was a Lestrange. The man leading them on this tour was a Lestrange. She thought she would have preferred to work for people who didn’t have their hands in two baskets—these were the people who had kept the registration in place, after all. What were they going to do with the cure? Give it to the purebloods first, halfbloods after that, and likely keep the Muggleborns without magic? It seemed quite likely to her, actually. An unbiased organization might have been better, but she was going to keep an open mind. She was going to keep her eyes open as well, of course, and if she had any reason to believe that this organization was too biased to directly work with, she was certainly going to bring that information to Luiz.
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They were here to help everyone, after all. If it became obvious that that wasn’t what this foundation wanted, they would need to reevaluate. Certainly, there were other places and organizations that they could work with. The hospital itself was certainly unbiased.
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But she was not going to worry about that unless she had to. Rabastan had been nothing but polite to them on their tour, and that included Davis, who was a Muggleborn. Of course, he wasn’t likely to show his cards and treat him like trash even if he wanted to, but still. There was no reason to think negatively of him or of this foundation yet. Not when it was impressive and seemed to have everything that they needed to get down to work.
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A woman was there when they entered the lab. This one with a surname that did not worry her, thankfully. Yet another Lestrange would have been more cause for worry and that really wasn’t what she wanted to be thinking about. The fact that there was very little differences in the genome structures that could point them in any direction was unfortunate, of course, but not much of a surprise. If there had been notable differences, the hunt for a cure likely would have been well underway by now. The fact that it was more complicated than that was why they were here. “If not hereditary have you come across any variances in immunity between males and females, anything based on age or blood status?” Likely not, but it was worth asking, to see if there was any higher immunity in any specific group. “I should introduce myself first, I’m sorry. Samira Chaudhari. I look forward to working with you, Emmaline.” Her mind had gone to medicine before formalities, of course—that was just like her when there was a medical mystery to be solved.
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The world was constantly at war with itself and the hard job fell to the ICW of coming in and fixing the problem. They weren't like what America tried to often be, the world police, they instead were the ones that fixed what was broken. They were the fix-its and they were here to figure this out. Who knew how long it would take them, and who knew how long they would be there. He could get sick for all that he knew. He could go on and lose everything that made him who he was except for his medicine. He was unsure of what this would take, but like all challenges, he knew places that he wanted to start.

There would be patients that he wanted to look at, cases that he needed to go over. He needed to see how the body was behaving before and after and compare things to those who were immune. Was there a change in any cellular break down? Would they get better faster when introduced to the common cold? He didn't know yet, but that was the first place that he wanted to start. There were ways to find out how this was introduced. He doubted that it was chemically, but... it had to start somewhere. Meeting the first patient would be a good place as well.

The facility was impressive, though he knew that he an Samira had seen more impressive ones, the Lestrange Foundation was headed in the right direction it seemed. He wasn't interested in trials yet, he had to figure out how it affected things, he wanted to compare and contrast people, and the way that it affected their bodies, not just their magic. Yes, that was a large part of things, but it was a part of them. If it was gone, what else, if anything was different from the patients. Not just genetically but on a different level. Stress tests, blood tests, he always had a typical plan that started the same.

Walking through the foundation he made mental notes of where certain things were, of where he could find the bathrooms, break rooms. Both things that he could hide in when he needed a moment away. He was getting better. Mary wasn't always on his mind anymore, but that didn't mean that he didn't miss her, especially in odd moments like this. He always thought that he saw her in the oddest of places and this country would be no different.

He stepped inside the lab and nodded to the man who was leading them. Rabastan, an interesting name, but he always found names that were different from the place that he had been raised interesting, they were all so similar but somehow so different. Giving the healer, a pretty woman named Emmaline a nod he smiled kindly at her before looking to Samira and held his hands behind his back. He took the folder that was given to him and flipped through as he listened quietly.

Hm. So they could see that there was something in the DNA... and it was a chemical release most likely from Luiz's discussion while they were in Geneva. Likely a gas... Interesting. Putting his hands behind his back he let the wheels of his head start turning. " Dr. Davis Bridgeman" He said with a nod before speaking again. "Please, Call me Davis. Have there been any fatalities or cases that have stood out amongst them? Things like severe unconsciousness and comas, loss of a pregnancy, and the like, or even those with health issues that were made worse by their conditions?"

He ran his hand over his beard and then tapped his finger on his lips. "Would it also be possible to see any work from other hospitals and examine Patient Zero and some of the Immune?"

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The tension in the air in the Foundation was stemming from a lot of different things, and the Epidemic itself was only one of them. They didn’t have the answers that they needed, and it was causing more problems than it was providing answers. They needed the help that the ICW was sending. Emmaline didn’t really know how they were going to handle them in the Ministry, but here she wanted them. She wanted all of the help that she could get, and she didn’t really care where it came from. She didn’t care who fixed it, or how they fixed it, so long as they could get everyone’s magic back.

That was the most important thing to her. She didn’t care who, or how, or where, she just wanted it done. And she knew that that wasn’t the general sentiment towards those that were coming in, but she didn’t care. Emmaline had made a point of being decidedly neutral when it came to politics. She had made a name for herself as Emmaline Kingston. And she had gone back to Avery when it had felt right to. When she thought that it was time to try and move on. Not that that was really working…

But her personal life was not the point when she was at work. She was not supposed to be focused on who she was, or what was going on outside of these four walls. In here, she was a healer. She was a researcher. She was doing everything that she could to figure this out. And she was welcoming the help. The questions. Anything and everything that she had already covered, that a new set of eyes might find something that she had missed in. She wanted them to check everything. She wanted them to comb through her notes. To point out errors. That was what they were here for. They were here to help.

And she knew that there were other wixen across the country trying to work on this, but the best of them had ended up here. There were people from Mungo’s. There were people from Dubhe. They were all working towards the same goal. Only things here were better protected. There were guards, there was security. Things were kept a little more carefully guarded than they were at the hospitals. It had been that way even before the ICW had arrived in England. And partially at her request.

There had been no clear indication where the virus had originated, or who had created it, and without those things, she didn’t know that she trusted anyone around it. And as much as that made her sound paranoid, all she knew was that she hadn’t started it, and that Andromeda hadn’t started it. She knew that she hadn’t because she just knew that. And she knew that Andromeda hadn’t, because she trusted her, and because she had been in the Ministry. It was simply a hunch, but Emmaline would have sworn on whatever they wanted her to swear on, that this had originated in St. Mungo’s hospital.

Delilah Graves was an employee of the institution. It became the epicenter of activity, and if you looked at the distribution patterns of those that had checked into the hospital, it was the health care professionals themselves that had made up a good majority of the first wave of cases. She didn’t think that that was a secret, but she didn’t know if anyone else had really said that they believed that. That it had started in St. Mungo’s. That was part of the reason her research here was kept under lock and key. Too many people had had access there.

Rabastan had brought the new healers in to the lab, and while she was grateful for that, she knew that she was going to have to stop what she was in the middle of to brief them on everything that she knew. All she could hope was that her phone didn’t go off. She was on call right now. If something happened, she had her ward to go and attend to. And that still had to come first. She was the Head of the Trauma Ward after all. Traumas didn’t exactly happen on anyone’s schedule.

Smiling at the other woman’s leap to medicine first, Emmaline shook her head, “No worries at all. I would jump in too if I hadn’t been staring at all of this for months. I’m hoping your fresh eyes can catch something I’ve missed.” Or anything that she hadn’t seen yet at all. She would take anything at this point. “We’ve found that the virus does not seem to attack the body’s magic until the infected is nearly eighteen years of age. There’s no real set period, but it seems as if no one younger has been affected. Blood status seems to be irrelevant. Purebloods to muggleborns alike seem to be equal targets.”

The witch shook her head, “Some of our research assistants in the offices downstairs are muggleborns, and comparing their friends and families with our own, and those of the subjects we’ve spoken with, there seems to be no real pattern when it comes to our origins. We’re all the same in the eyes of this little guy.”

When the man that had come with Samira introduced himself Emmaline nodded in acceptance and then found herself sighing at his question. “There haven’t been any fatalities as a direct result of the virus. From the early side effects, yes, we lost some elderly patients. The same as we would to a harsh wizarding flu virus. And I know for certain that we lost at least two unborn children. There was only one reported coma as a direct result of the Epidemic, and the witch was one of those that also lost a child.” She thought that that the fact that that was one of the hardest ones to talk about showed on her face, and she cast a glance at Rabastan, and then the door where she knew that the Czech guards were posted around the building.

“The Foundation has access to all of the hospitals in our network, you can request information from any of the healers that are working on this. St. Mungo’s is the original point of infection, as I said before. But Dubhe Merak in Ireland is also putting a good deal into this research. They operate in both magical and muggle ways and are more equipped to handle the loss of magic than London. Patient Zero’s name is Delilah Graves, information about her case is in that folder that you’ve got in your hands. She is currently a Research Assistant at Dubhe.”

Emmaline had tried to answer both of their questions, but she was sure that more would follow. Right now, questions were all they had. They were still searching for the answers.

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[attr="class","cbody"]They had been briefed while in Geneva, about everything and anything that they needed to know. Anything that they did know. There was no doubt that they were walking in with less information than most of them probably would like. But that was just the reality of the situation. They had to hit the ground running and figure it out as they went along. It was the only option that they had. While she had her opinions on working in a foundation with the same surname as the Minister, Samira was not going to raise a fuss about it. Not without reason.
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If she found out that there was a reason, then she certainly would. But for now, there was no reason for that kind of concern. They had only just gotten here. If they received a frosty welcome from the Ministry, perhaps Luiz would deem such a change necessary. Maybe they would find that an organization completely unattached from the Ministry would be better all around. She didn’t know. She just knew that there was no reason for her to worry about that when she didn’t need to. Rabastan had been showing them around thus far—with the same surname as the Minister, and he had been nothing but nice to them thus far. No red flags had been raised thus far. Of course, she was sure they were also on their best behavior because of their arrival, but she was not going to be pessimistic. She would keep her eyes open, but pessimism and suspicion was not the best way of getting off on the right foot.
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Rabastan seemed to be knowledgeable of the foundation and everything going on there. It wasn’t a surprise to her. It seemed hard to share a surname with a place and not know the ins and outs of it, but she still appreciated being shown around by someone that knew what they were talking about. He’d proven to be incredibly beneficial, and she thought that the tour had certainly helped her to get the lay of the land a little. Samira was sure she’d still managed to get lost in the halls once or twice, but that was just to be expected.
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Seeing the lab that they would be working in was what she really cared about, though, and meeting the healer that had done a good majority of this research was more important than anything else. She was looking forward to picking her brain and to looking through the packet more thoroughly. Samira didn’t know if the answers that she sought were in the papers in her hand, but if they were discussing hereditary and immunity, then a natural jump to her was to see if there were any similarities in anything else that they had looked at. More than likely, there wouldn’t be. But even a slight variation could prove to be more beneficial than they even realized. A slightest uptick in immunity in men than women, muggleborns than purebloods, could give them somewhere to really start looking.
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Even as she had hoped that it would give them some kind of jumping off point, she was not let down to find that there didn’t seem to be any noticeable immunity in any one group. Apart from children. The fact that children and those under eighteen seemed to be safe from the virus was interesting though. She let that information turn over in her head for a moment, another question forming in her mind. Davis was asking his own questions, though, so she set her own questions aside while she listened to the other doctor speak.
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She always found it interesting to see how another person’s mind worked. To see how someone approached a problem. To her, it was just a curious thing—to see how the mind worked. To see the cogs turning in someone’s eyes as they tried to solve a problem. It was an interesting line of thinking to be sure. Samira was sure that all manner of tests had been run on Patient Zero. They had probably been poked and prodded more than anyone else had, so she wasn’t sure what more could be gained from them. But to her, that was just another example of different minds approaching a problem in different ways. It was interesting to her—everyone thinking differently but working together was how problems got solved, after all.
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The answers that the healer gave to Davis’s questions were about what she had expected. As far as she’d heard, there hadn’t been many fatalities, but a flu could kill if the person in question had a weakened immune system or pre-existing conditions that caused complications. In the elderly, that made sense. Hearing about any witch losing a child tore at her though, but she knew she couldn’t let her own experiences distract her now. Her situation was so much different than this, and she could not begin to imagine what they had gone through. It was just not something that she could focus on now.
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“To backtrack a little…” She took her opening when there was enough silence to do so, wanting to make sure that their conversation didn’t get so far along that she couldn’t go back to what they’d been talking to previously easily. “You said that children under around the age of eighteen aren’t getting sick. I take that to mean in the initial outbreak, they remained healthy and unaffected. But what happens when they cross that threshold? Does that immunity carry over, or have you found that they end up getting infected as well?” It was an important distinction, in her mind. There were adults that were immune—far and few in between, but they existed. But an entire age range that had not gotten sick could be something else entirely.
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in the wrong situations

This was not an easy job and he had found that those who had families, and those who were intimately connected with them usually did not last long. There was no danger posed to the group here. At least none that he knew of. He had a feeling that the government was not happy to have them there, they would not be happy at the intrusion into their affairs, and frankly he did not blame them. They were not here to end things or to arrest people, though if need be they would do so. They were here to fix the UK’s Magical world. They were here to end this disease that was taking their magic, they were here to end what was causing the problems with their economy. It was a long shot, it was a mess and a lot that they had to do, but they were starting here and they could do this. They could fix this together, but they would need everything to go their way.

If Davis had his way they would have this done and in time for him sitting somewhere topical before the end of the summer. Something about a tropical drink in his hand next to a bikini-clad woman just made things sound so much better honestly. This was a lot to take in and a lot that was going on. Things were serious, though it seemed that things were evening out. That was a good thing, that they were leveling out, but in the same account, it meant that they had been bad for so long there wasn’t much to go back to. That made him worry. If too much time passed would they be able to undo the damage that had been done? That would depend on the illness really. Davis ran a hand through his hair and he felt the urge for a drink slowly coming on, but that was what stress did to him.

He did his best thinking, or in his own mind he did, when he was under pressure, but it wasn’t exactly good for any part of him to live like that. The answers that he had gotten were ones that he figured he would get, but those things had to be asked. They had to know what was affected and what was not. Each immunity that they found, each defect in the disease or group that they noticed would not be affected changed things. It piqued his interest that thought that was underage were not affected Could be a lot of things that brought this on. It was a lot to think about and he rubbed a hand across his jaw as he thought for a moment.

He looked at Samira and it was almost as if a lightbulb formed above his head and he turned to her. ” You don’t think that their trace could be working as some kind of protection against it, do you?”

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