The soul of James Bond merged with the schizophrenia of Philip K. Dick.
Initially felt like generic spy novel from the 50's. Then scene changed to something more plausible. Then returned to original premise from a different direction.
Nice read that doesn't disappoint, but also isn't as strong as it could be.
Though tainted with fifties movie stereotypes of female behavior and military problem solving, the story still rings true.
The greatest problem that the central problem of the plot has is the benign nature of the plague and it's Star Trek simple remedy.
Shades of October 2001's anthrax scares ring through the conclusion creating for post 2001 reader's a very believable, though unbelievably benign, threat.