"Dammit, Jack." she snarled. "I almost got it all. McKenzie’s files, access to where he’s got the stocks, his accounts, the tech from NuGene. McKenzie got paid to dump that subvirus into DocWagon’s vats. He’s responsible for the laughing death disease, Jack. It was developed at NuGene, too." Archangel faced Skater. "Are you listening to me? It was supposed to be a new way to treat the mentally ill, but it totally backfired. One of the developers cut the deal with McKenzie—and he didn’t even care—he probably thought it would help turn more profits once the new tissue came on the market. The antidote is there, but I didn’t have time to snatch it." She started to walk toward the emergency exit, but Skater stopped her.