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Somewhere off the cost, a boat idles. It's dead of the night, adn the chop of the motor is seemingly deafening in comparison. If you had traced the boat, unlikely that you could, it'd be registered to a chemical company, researching biological warfare. 2 men step out, dressed in full hazmat gear, carrying a 55 gallon drum barrel between them. It bore a radioactive symbol on it.

They threw it overboard, into the ocean. Several more followed. "We're probably going to die young from this." One muttered, before they and their boat sped off into the dark. And it wasn't the first time that they'd done this job. No, they'd done it many times before.