Dr. Martin, perhaps you remember me, Amanda Flynn; although it occurs to me that you may have “detained” so many people in your career that my name may only be a distant memory. It has been almost seven years since you and your staff held me against my will at the Tellis Medical facility on the pretext of treating me for a viral exposure that occurred in the jungles of Honduras. I was imprisoned for three months before the army released me over your objections. I don’t want to cloud the issue with what I know and with what you will deny; let me simply say that neither one of us behaved in an entirely forthright or ethical manner.

Despite the fact that even with the passage of time I can’t bring myself to trust you, events have forced me to take a calculated risk and contact you. I’m hoping that the health and welfare of the American public means more to you than pursuing me. Simply put, the virus that you tried to find in me, the one that killed hundreds in Honduras seven years ago, has reappeared in Colorado Springs.

I realize that taken at face value this is a fantastic statement and that your first inclination maybe to ignore it, but as the only survivor of this virus, I am in a unique position to make it.

A number of important and pertinent details were lost in the chaos that Honduras had become after Hurricane Michael. Perhaps you never knew that as a member of the American Red Cross I had a legitimate reason for being there. I was in charge of a team of specialists who were delivering supplies to a relief center in a coastal village about twenty kilometers south of Tela, Honduras. All communications with the town had been lost, and the only road in had been lost to the flooding. It was completely isolated from the outside world, and we had to be ferried in by helicopter. We were a group of fourteen: two Red Cross logistic supervisors, six nurses, two physicians, and four volunteers.