"Watch carefully," I ordered, sitting across from your house in one of two black vans.

"We have received information that the boy is infected with a new strain of the Octopus virus and we are to take him to the base where he will be isolated from the rest of society," I informed my people.

"So Octopus wasn't killed 3 months ago?" one of my men asked in surprise.

"Apparently not," I replied, and my men and I got out of the van and broke into the boy's house to pick him up.