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It was lunchtime in Korea and the plant was relatively empty, the line shut down for the food break. He knew there was a two hour window on the stuff in the bottle so he waited until the break was nearly over and dispersed it into the large vat before walking back to his desk. Whistling as the line started back up, he watched the bottles start moving, making sure that the virus would be mixed in and sealed before the spheres vanished and hell was infused in the world’s favorite beverage. He held his breath when the two hour mark was reached, scared to breathe even though he knew it was all bottled up at this point. The cases were full and off to the warehouse, where they’d be picked up and shipped overnight around Seoul. The Coca Cola bottling company was a very efficient one.
His co-workers wished him a pleasant vacation as they left the plant for the night. He thanked them and went straight to the airport, where he’d fly directly to San Francisco and await further instructions. Once he was through security he found a public internet terminal and sent an email to Robert letting him know that the package had been successfully delivered and he was on his way across the ocean. He looked forward to seeing his old friend again soon. He signed off the computer and napped while he waited for the boarding call, wishing he could stay and watch the destruction take form.