You wake up in the morning with a long day ahead of you. You head across the hall towards the bathroom, but you decide to peek into your sister’s room. She is just laying on her bed scrolling some social media of some sort. It doesn’t seem like she finds anything out of the ordinary.
With that relief, you again head towards the bathroom. You were going to take a shower, but settled on the sound of a nice bath. It sounded amazing. You put some music on and soak for what felt like forever. After plenty of relaxing you look at the clock and figure it is probably time to get out. You drain the tub, brush your teeth, and use the restroom. You tightly wrap the towel around your waist and grab your dirty towel and clothes. You open the door and toss the clothes and towel down the laundry chute for later cleaning. You run downstairs and grab a donut and some milk. You normally don’t have breakfast, but today was going to be a big day.
You get into your car and think about what would be a good place to do some testing with a reasonable testing population. You think of places like a restaurant, a movie theater, and a gym. They seemed like good ideas, until you thought about the mall about thirty minutes away. There would be a largely diverse sample of people as well as a large population. With that goal in mind, you hastily head that way. You struggle to find a spot, but figure it won’t bug you too bad.
You have a messenger bag with you that has the probe syringe style launcher in it. With that, you should be able to hit someone from a distance instead of having to get too close. You look around for a good target to test it on and as you’re walking you spot a beautiful women who looks like she may be around your age. You walk around to the vending machine that was behind her. She was eating at the food court. You ready the syringe launcher with one hand , in the bag. It should be ready. You pull it out and quickly line up a shot with the back of her neck. You hold your breath and steady your shot. You pull the trigger and you see the syringe fly. You smile and put the launcher back in your bag and sit down. You close your eyes and black out.
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