The dawn of a new era was upon them. Without firing a shot, Pyongyang would become the rightful center of society. Pak stared at the note from the courier. The aerosolization of the M2H1 virus was successful. Now all that was left was the release.
The courier stood at attention in front of Pak’s desk, clueless as to how the world was about to change. Pak took a pad of paper from his desk and began a note. Professor Kwon had told him what equipment the offices should purchase. The Guardian 1500 mosquito sprayer was more than adequate. About the size of a small generator, it was portable, easy to use, and easier yet to conceal.
His note would instruct their man in Seoul to have each office purchase the sprayer. The offices would receive packages containing liquids for the sprayers in several weeks. Office workers would not be told what they were spraying; they would do as they were told. Sending the fine mist off the top of their respective office complexes would infect hundreds of thousands a day—millions by the end of the week. The world changing mist would waft through the air undetected and unnoticed.
Such a stark contrast to an atomic explosion!
Pak gave the note to the courier who snapped to attention, turned on his heels, and left the office.
The Noah Initiative had begun. Pak folded Suk’s note and tucked it in his sports jacket pocket. Kwon would want to see the news first hand.
Pak leaned back in his chair. Now that the project was all but finished, he was sad as well as relieved. He could only guess at how long it would take for the virus to affect the world economy. It would have been faster to detonate a series of nuclear bombs around the globe. Spraying the virus was like dropping millions of microscopic blasts on the population. The Noah Initiative may not have been as fast, but it was cleaner and just as effective. All he could do was wait.