Kimiko simply stood by at the edge of the restaurant as she observed those being served. One by one. Food, drinks, dessert. everyone wanted something. This was a plan that had been going on for a while now. How best do you distribute a substance in a restaurant? Some would ay is the cooks. How they handle every peace of food inside a restaurant. Everything that goes out has to go through their hands. But no. That wasn’t it. There were those costumers that never ordered anything. So this wouldn’t necessarily put everyone on the map.
Then the drinks. Although true that everybody ordered drinks, not every bodies were prepared the same way. Some were done at the bar. Others only wanted war. For delivering the payload to individuals the drink was the way to go. But for large groups it needed to be different. Then as she studied everyone she had gotten her answer. The waiters. They touched and handled everything. From drinks, to food to cleaning. That was the target for massive infection. Everyone touched their plates, everyone touched their drinks. She needed a payload that would transfer by touch to surfaces and would infect the individual by skin contact.
She had been creating a chemical concoction with neuro toxins and chemicals to have that effect. One that would turn people violent at the mere annoyance. A bar brawl. This would be fun. As soon as Kimiko walked in she had delivered the payload to the hostess and watched as her flavorless, odorless poison moved from person to person. Moved from individual to individual. Eventually, most of the restaurant was infected. Now, it was just a matter of waiting for someone to explode which would lead to a chain reaction that would make the restaurant itself explode.
Then the drinks. Although true that everybody ordered drinks, not every bodies were prepared the same way. Some were done at the bar. Others only wanted war. For delivering the payload to individuals the drink was the way to go. But for large groups it needed to be different. Then as she studied everyone she had gotten her answer. The waiters. They touched and handled everything. From drinks, to food to cleaning. That was the target for massive infection. Everyone touched their plates, everyone touched their drinks. She needed a payload that would transfer by touch to surfaces and would infect the individual by skin contact.
She had been creating a chemical concoction with neuro toxins and chemicals to have that effect. One that would turn people violent at the mere annoyance. A bar brawl. This would be fun. As soon as Kimiko walked in she had delivered the payload to the hostess and watched as her flavorless, odorless poison moved from person to person. Moved from individual to individual. Eventually, most of the restaurant was infected. Now, it was just a matter of waiting for someone to explode which would lead to a chain reaction that would make the restaurant itself explode.
