text: No-one knew that the briefcase contained the means to erase mankind. Most of the homeless population beneath the Orwell Bridge assumed that it was stacked with cash and left unfastened in a naïve act of compassion by some businessman, or other. After all, it was no secret that the majority of the city’s homeless spent each night beneath the rusty iron bridge. There was simply no reason to suspect anything sinister, especially considering the kind nature of the countless visitors that had come with charity in mind. Who could have known that within the briefcase, neatly placed upon the cream cushioned interior, were eight vials that were filled with a clear but apocalyptic virus - the virus that would soon be airborne? Such thoughts would be considered irrational, surely. Is it not natural for man to come to the aid of his suffering kin? With this forever in mind the vagrants were quick to tear into the briefcase like hyenas into a ravaged carcass. You can imagine their shock once its contents were revealed to them. *What...what the fuck is this?* One of the vagrants exclaimed, disgusted by what could only be a practical joke of the sickest kind. He removed the first vial from the briefcase and held it close to his nearly blind eye. *Hmmm, looks empty to me, whatchu think?* One of the other vagrants snatched it from his hand and began to inspect it for himself. *Yessir, definitely empty!* There was a high wind on this cloudy afternoon by the riverbank, which laced the air with a potent chill. From the comfort of his car a man in a black suit watched as one of the vagrants tossed the open briefcase into the garbage, the vials smashing and releasing their contents into the howling wind.