Southern Cross by Windstar

With a nod towards her nearby Provost, she kept her back to the holograph and continued
speaking to those gathered. She already knew what would be shown behind her, she'd seen the
raw data.
"Here you can see the impact of a Bak'ra missile, a single one, above Europe. The explosion
would take place at an altitude of, most probably, approximately two kilometers."
Red dots began to appear across the glob behind her as she continued to speak.
"With a two week latency, the bio weapon would spread across the face of the planet before it
was detected. Sixteen days after delivery, the first cases would begin to show. Eighteen days
after delivery, the first fatalities would appear."
Behind her, splashes of crimson red began to spread across the continents. Spreading from the
major cities outwards, seeming to devour the landmasses.
"Within twenty days the major cities are dead zones, thirty days and the majority of the country
side is dead as well. We are predicting a ninety nine point five percent fatality rate among those
infected, if the Bak'ra manage to tailor it to humans as well as they did for Tiri."
The continents on the earth behind her now glowed a uniform red.
"I hope this shows you all the importance of setting up the quarantine zones and of the planetary
shield. No missiles can be allowed to reach earth. Even one of them could kill the majority of the
earth's population."
The amphitheater, which had been deadly silent up until that point, exploded with sound as
everyone began to talk at once. Lady Emily Windstar ignored it all and strode towards the petite
red head waiting for her at the nearest doorway.
"That went well."
The First Guardian grinned slightly at the tone of her friend's voice, but shook her head.
"Have I ever told you how much I hate politics?"
Julie McGrath grinned at that and ran a hand through her short red hair, striding out into the
relative quiet of the corridor outside of the Senate's new meeting hall.
"Once or twice I think. Emie, are we going to be able to pull this off?"
Emie frowned at that, slowing to look at Julie and arched an eyebrow in silent question.
"This."