JN Peloscer

Now at the age of of 77, JN Peloscer didn't get out much. She just sat in her bed and gave orders. She had extreme misgivings about doing what she did ten years earlier and even a little regret afterwards but there was no going back now. Peloscer's heart hardened and the bad side won her inner struggle. Any sense of morals Peloscer had were extinguished a long time ago.

"Madam President." a guard enunciated through the sound blocking safety-suit. "Carroway has escaped. We don't know where to."

"Send out search parties." Peloscer said.

"What should we tell the people?" asked the guard.

"Tell them..." Peloscer started to say. "...tell them hallucinations caused by the virus have caused this man to go on a confused rampage. And by the way, how does my hair look? I just had it done."