Back in 2004, my brother James and I thought it would be a funny idea about joining the military and helping out foreign countries with the n17 infection but also watching each other's back through anything. In 2005, we swore into the United States Marines and 9 months later of hard training, we were deployed overseas. During our deployment, James and I successfully handled numerous missions that were very difficult to the regular soldier and military personnel higher up on the chain of command took noticed, they began to give James and I missions that me and him would only go on. After awhile, we put into an organization that was similar to Black Ops but we dealt mostly with containment and escorting scientist and doctors throughout different countries ensuring their safety from Point A to Point B. 6 years has passed and James and I decided to go to areas that weren't affected from the N17 infection, we wanted it to stop and we felt that we did our part for our country. 4 months prior to our retirement, we were asked to run packages through a country from an organization we weren't familiar with, apparently in the package was highly classified information in regards to a "CURE" for the N17 infection, a cure that wouldn't necessarily bring the dead infected back to normal but to prevent it. Those who were infected would be stabilized instead and had a 35 percent chance to recover to a state that would put them in a position where they could fully recover. The meds to fix them up were in the process they said. James and I thought why not, this is our last mission, lets go out with a bang.
However, we were very sketched about this organization that we had no clue about. Coming out of nowhere saying that they have a cure, like why weren't we informed about this before? We kept our eyes peeled on the people affiliated with them but none of them showed any signs of anything that would give us a negative vibe aside from the fact that they are sketched all together. So we went with it.
We started at the very bottom of south africa and made our way north along with a "doctor" that would be carrying the package at all times. 2 weeks into our journey, the doctor suffered from a heat stroke and passed on. It was up to us to deliver the package and inform them that the doctor passed during to harsh conditions. 4 days after the doctor passing, we noticed that in his jacket was the code for the package, 3785, we decided why not open it. Its our last mission and supposedly, this package will change the world.
We opened it, only to discover something horrifying.. a pistol like a syringe marked with the same code of the virus but with a + sign in the end. This organization turned the N17 infection into a Bio weapon and we finally understood why they wanted us here in SA. They wanted to test out the device on the small villages they had outside of Jualwaq..
with this information, we sat in the same spot for 3 days. Not a single word was spoken between the two of us, finally, I got up and grabbed my rifle and started heading to our extraction. James asked me "where are you going, what are we going to do about this?"
"this whole time, they were using us to deliver these doctors and scientist so they could weaponize the damn infection. this whole damn time we thought we were doing good. When we get there, this strictly stays between us and you dont' tell a damn soul about this. I will find those corrupted agents and take care of them myself."
I slipped some of the weaponized N17+ juice into a smaller syringe I had. "I'm going to give them a taste of their own inhumane treachery for all those who suffered, all the lives lost."
I've been looking for them for 3 years, every day I have the syringe on me. Their last known location was Chanarus, this is why I'm here.