Chief Augusto turned to his men.
"We will meet the prisoner in the clearing, near the observation area of Blue Mountain. I want only a skeleton crew of three. Nobody gets within five meters of her without my signal. Everyone on Blue Mountain needs their own oxygen. You will wear gloves and eye protection at all time."
"But Chief, what about Jaakuna and Kaito?"
"If they're not dead by the end of today, they may be immune."
Chief motioned for his assistant to bring his gloves.
No matter how you are inclined, only Jaakuna and Kaito will touch the prisoner. Any attempts to do otherwise, without my consent, will be dealt with."

The craft Amy was being transported on had no wheels. It reminded her more of a life raft, if a life raft could hover a meter above roadways. Soon, she recognized where she going. The world around her may have changed, but the Blue Mountain was still the Blue Mountain.
She looked back at this new version of Fukoma as they went up the mountain road. She saw fewer lights than she remembered.
"It's very dark outside. Where are the lights in the city?"
"We don't need as many anymore," Jaakuna replied. "Dead men don't need streetlights."
"I don't understand."
"Japanese cities used to be quite crowded before the plagues began."
"Plagues? What do you mean by plagues?"
Kaito turned and looked at her.
"The ones you started."

Cesar Augusto was going to let the Green Goddess finish her weekly service to him. Her talents on the microphone were well known to one and all; some of the other talents she had with her mouth and tongue were only known to a select few. And Cesar would hate to interrupt a true professional.
Still, the old man must have something important to say.
Cesar hit the remote, and started the teleconference. He had no idea if the Green Goddess was out of the camera eye; at the moment, he did not care.
"Greetings, my friend. How are things where you are?"
"Serious enough that the green bimbo needs to go."
"Fine. One minute."

"It's only me, Number one."
"Fair enough Cesar. Now I need you to be honest with me."
"As best I can."
"Are you funding the work of Dr. Goolagong?"
Cesar's smirk went away.
"What do you know about it?"
"A teenage girl in Japan just blew up her garage trying to copy him."
"There's a reason we do this in the outback," Cesar replied. "The capsule uses biofuel. Literally, grease that people used to fry potatoes and spring rolls. Throw in some enzymes to make the fuel burn hotter. Then the whole thing implodes, then explodes. BANG!"
"That's, um, very complex way to kill somebody."
"We live in a world of DNA, worldwide maps, and databases, my friend, If you truly want to make somebody disappear, this is the way."
"So, you're not sending them to the future?"
Cesar got his smirk back. "It's the perfect scam. How can I prove he didn't send somebody a hundred years in the future? Personally, I hope not. We just sent this other group's best contract killers to the great beyond in that. Turns out, he thought he caught AIDS from some trans lady in Gangnam, so next thing you know, he's trying to kill half of Seoul. So we get him out of Korea, fly him to Alice Springs, and then took him to the middle of fricking nowhere. I did my 'No, Mr. Bond, I want you to die,' speech, and then we blew him to kingdom come."
"Any chance he survived it?"
"Oh, Goolagong says we sent him to the year 2104. Between you and me, if the heat didn't kill him, the blast would have. I'll sleep better at night knowing that guy isn't around."
Fire on the Riverbank 5: Playing with Fire