Replicator Run

by Rainer Rey

Overview

A deadly virus has broken out in Washington State. The standard procedures of quarantine and prescribed medical therapies have no effect. Victims are dying in only a few days. The same results are spreading throughout the nation, as the CDC begins to discover the terrifying truth: this virus is manmade.

Now they must race to learn why this microbe, called a replicator, was specifically created for a human host. The replicator enters cells, kills them, duplicates, and moves on . . . to another host. And twelve cases today will be thirty thousand tomorrow—a replicator run that will put the entire United States at risk for destruction.

Devin Parks is a reporter on the edge. Since his marriage crashed, chasing news seems pointless . . . until he realizes the devastating consequence of the outbreak. Devin soon uncovers a conspiracy that reaches from a luxurious corporate boardroom to the Sudan, from the mysteries of microbiology to an assassin’s brutal expertise.

But nothing Devin finds prepares him for the roller-coaster horror that is revealed when hopes of an antidote are dashed as nationwide vaccinations begin––the Replicator is more cunning than imagined, because in its nanotechnological genius, its cure is worse than the disease . . .

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781630267537
Publisher:	TURNER PUB CO
Publication date:	02/17/2015
Pages:	340
Product dimensions:	6.20(w) x 9.10(h) x 1.00(d)

About the Author

Rainer Rey is the successful owner of a marketing company for many years. He develops advertising campaigns for use in broadcast, the Internet, and public relations. Rey has appeared on television countless times and was an actor on a made-for-TV movie, as well as host of his own television program. He is the author of Day of the Dove, Cosmosis, and The Find.

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Ann approached the nurse cautiously. “Nurse, may I talk to you?” The nurse put a forefinger to her lips. Orteig had his back turned.

“Dr. Keefer is on the line,” the nurse said to Ann. “He’s in charge.”

“Dr. Keefer?” Orteig said, pushing the button for one line. Apparently, there was no one there. He pushed another. “Dr. Keefer. Yes. What’s this about a quarantine?” Morton was still standing by the blue glass, his face pressed against it. “What does he mean?” Ann asked the nurse.

“Dr. Keefer’s been in contact with the Disease Control Center,” she whispered. “There have been other cases like Gordi’s. That’s good, Mrs. Skerit; we may get answers from other cases.”

“What’s the prognosis on the Macon girl?” Orteig pressed his body into the wall, shielding the phone from the others. Ann could still hear him. “I see. All right. And the boy in Tucson?”

“How many others?” Morton asked, turning from the window. The nurse shrugged. “How many others?” he repeated.

Orteig suddenly appeared agitated. “But if Atlanta runs things, we’ll be wrapped in plastic for days. What? Oh, all right.” He hung up and stared at the floor.

Ann moved over to him. “The other children. What happened?”

Orteig lifted his gaze to hers, then glanced at Morton. Ann saw the scene in her mind again: Gordi slumped on the floor, the open screen door, the spilled lunch box and the baseball mitt, the rush of the wind.

Dr. Orteig had a strange, nervous look in his eye. “It’s too early to draw any firm conclusions, Mrs. Skerit. With several other cases like Gordi’s reported, we come under national jurisdiction. Viral paranoia. Who knows. We’ll just have to do our best.” He was at the door leading to the detox room.

“But, the other cases . . . how are they?” Ann asked. “Nurse. Bring some cots in for the Skerits.”

“Doctor, please answer me.” Her resolute tone caused Orteig to stop, look over his shoulder.

The calculating rodent suddenly looked afraid. “No further news on cases elsewhere,” Orteig said. “But official word from Macon and Tucson . . .” He hesitated. Ann’s eyes brimmed with tears again. “Tell me.” Orteig spoke quietly, forming each word with clinical precision. “Both patients died several hours ago.”