Originally Posted by jenrick
Not a CBRN guy, but IIRC VX is effective if you get any skin contact what so ever (less then a droplet is considered lethal). Hence why we had to mess with the whole MOPP suit. Using an aerosol mister is pretty much gonna kill everyone there (if that's the plot then carry on). Also why would the soviets be carrying VX, particularly in handy sprayers? If Zukov is gonna kill them off, simply OD'ing them on pain meds is a way easier solution, and also far more likely. Additionally he can claim it was an "accident" as he's not a medic and didn't read the dosages correctly, etc.

-Jenrick


Excellent points ... might well end up going with the pain meds idea. Can't really adjust the plot in real time because I am writing a few chapters ahead of what I'm posting, but it is really valuable food for thought about how to tweak the final plot!!

For now, sneak preview from a coming chapter (partly addresses the questions):

Back in his office he lifted up a wooden ammunition box. He had found it in the back of a transport truck out at the airfield. It had contained 20 82mm VX nerve gas mortar shells and a foil pouch holding auto-injectors for the atropine and pralidoxime antidote. Well, 19 shells now, since he had carefully injected himself with antidote before he siphoned the active agent out of one of the warheads to apply it to the soldiers in the sick bay.
At least he wouldn’t have to repeat the process for the remaining townspeople locked in the school buildings. The mortars were also designed to work on timers, in case a chemical weapon IED was needed. He hadn’t wanted to set one of them off inside the sick bay, because it would certainly have left nerve agent traces that would have been hard to explain. But there wouldn’t be any danger of that after he had thrown a few of the shells in with the local townsfolk, removed the evidence and then burned their gym to the ground.
He couldn’t do that to his comrades though. They were Spetsnaz after all, and for now, he was too.
They deserved an honorable burial. Even if it was in a mass grave.
Private Zubkov was singing to himself as he took off their warheads and then wired four of the VX gas mortar rounds to an electrical detonator. Four should be more than enough to flood the gym with gas. He had a very simple plan - make sure the rest of the people in Gambell were taken care of, find that ‘ghost’ radio handset, call his buddy in Anadyr, and start a new life as part owner of a fishing trawler.
There was just one problem, but it didn’t trouble Zubkov. In fact, he was actively ignoring it. The offer from Zubkov’s buddy in Anadyr? That had been eight years ago. The guy had gone broke, sold his trawler, and was a bank clerk in Vladivostok now. Private Zubkov hadn’t spoken to him for about five years.
Everyone deals with the brutality of war in their own very individual way. Private Zubkov had seen a man decapitated, a town obliterated, his Captain lobotomized and his fellow soldiers killed and wounded, before being deserted by his own NCO and the men he had believed were his comrades in arms.
He had dealt with this by going completely and irrevocably insane.


Thx, keep the comments coming, all help make the story stronger and will be sure to put your name in the acknowledgements!!


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