A man drops on the floor, his face inflicted with black lesions coming from his neck. On his suit chest are tiny holes. He takes a few breathes, coughs up blood, and then he stays still. ???: ‘Tis a shame, doctor. But you were an enemy to the Triad, and thus you are an enemy of me. Virus gives a small cackle in his approval of the scene. He is dressed in more dragged clothes. His lab coat has a rip for the right arm, and he wears gear to keep his body up and running with bacteria so he functions properly. Escort 1: The mission was successful, I presume? ~~ Commissioner: How long has he been dead?