"I'm talking about a soldier willing to die to prevent a bioweapon from reaching the open market."
Mike's laugh was bitter.
"Just like that? You're going to find someone desperate enough to volunteer for intentional infection?"
"Yes." Dimitri pulled up another file, a dossier with a photograph. "Because I already have someone in mind."
The man in the photo was early forties. Strong. Scarred. The kind of face that came from a lifetime of violence.
"Tell me about him," Mike said.
"Name's James Conley. Former Marine. Force Recon. Served three tours in Afghanistan. Came to work for me five years ago. He's one of my best soldiers." Dimitri expanded the dossier. "Here's the important part, he was wounded in 2014. Gunshot to the abdomen. Perforated intestines. According to medical records, he should have died or at minimum spent months recovering."
"But he didn't."
