**Created by:** Genezhine **You Can Find Me At:** ‘genezhine’ or ‘gene’ --- He sat down, arms crossed, in the corner of the room. A radio was active sitting on a crate nearby playing classic hits from the 2030s. His eyes jumped between LaSalle and the radar monitors. Like a thirsty hound he exhaled and inhaled heavily. His outer shell had started to show signs of weakness, but his spirit remained strong. That is the only thing the intrusive A.O.S. virus cared about in the end. The music was abruptly cut off by an incoming broadcast from the Swedish International News: ![[FullBroadcast_Nov_2048_1.mp3]] ![[InOnesNature.png]] The broadcast ends and LaSalle notices Antonov’s head drooping, his eyelids looking heavy as they slowly shut. The glowing iris fades simultaneously and Antonov rapidly blinks as he shoots up in a stance. His face and body sweating and shaking as he quickly observes the room and notices LaSalle. He jolts and hits his shoulder on the nearby wall. LaSalle, shook, tries calming Antonov down by cautiously approaching him. LaSalle fetched a water bottle from his waistband and Antonov, hands shaking, grabbed it ferociously and chugged half of it in an instant. Finally they met eye to eye again and the glow had subsided. They shook hands and LaSalle helped him get up on his feet. Antonov was back, but for how long would the virus be subdued?