“Just through there,” said Indy as he directed the janitor into his classroom. “Blood on the floor in the second row.” The janitor mumbled something in Spanish. He was a middle-aged man from Mexico who never spoke in English when he didn't need to. Indy turned away from the classroom and walked out of the university with his briefcase. At least a hundred or more students were milling around the front of the university. Crowds were gathering near a pair of ambulances which had pulled up nearby. Indy wandered over and peered curiously. A trio of young students had collapsed on the ground in pools of blood. Paramedics hurriedly picked them up and carried them away. Indy gripped the handle of his briefcase tightly. First the student in his classroom, then his clients, now these students, all vomiting blood. He was now sure it was not a coincidence. He thought it was the heat making people vomit and pass out until he saw the blood. He wondered if it was some sort of flu. He shook his head to himself and ignored the thought. What sort of flu makes you vomit blood? Then he remembered the Spanish Flu. Vomiting blood was very common and that flu had lead to the deaths of tens of millions. The Spanish Flu was long passed by now but Indy couldn't help but wonder if something similar was happening to Atlanta.
A few minutes walk away was the car park he used to shelter his black audi A6. He heard the sounds of coughing nearby in the complex. It could have been far away for all he knew as the car park tended to echo sounds quite well. He clicked the button of his electronic key and sat down in the driver seat, placing the briefcase on the passenger side. The interior was immaculately clean. He turned on the air conditioning and for a moment he sat there and simply enjoyed the cool air. His car was parked on the third storey of the car park and looked out over Atlanta. He couldn't see beyond a few streets due to the amount of tall buildings. He looked down and saw one of the ambulances pull away from the university. He grimaced slightly and decided he needed to call Freyr. He had already decided it was no coincidence that people were falling sick in Atlanta and he wanted to hear her voice. He picked up his phone, flicked through his contacts and tapped 'Freyr'. He was immediately met with a busy signal. He grimaced and tried again a few seconds later. Still nothing. He calmly slid his phone into the mount on the dashboard and tapped his fingers on the wheel.
“She's probably turned it off while she speaks with her client,” he told himself. He turned the key in the ignition and the dashboard lit up. Checking the rear view mirror he slowly reversed out of the parking space into a three point turn and exited the car park. The apartment he shared with Freyr was just under half a mile from the university, only a five minute drive depending on the traffic. He wanted to be there before her to surprise her. Normally she came back to an empty apartment. He couldn't help thinking about the ambulances and the students being carried away.