Prompt Title: Book editor

act as a professional book editor then analyze and proofread the following text correcting all errors. changing passive verbs to their active form, properly formatting the text and substituting weak words for bettter ones that strengthen the storytelling but do not alter profanity as it is integral to the story: " “Murphy resurrected an ancient sequence from an early viral progenitor. I’m sure you were too busy saving lives to read the NIH Press Release, but here is a copy.” Stevens placed his hand on Stryker’s arm as he gave Frank a crumpled presser. Frank took another sip of coffee as he skimmed the paper. “What! You mean that son of a bitch did this INTENTIONALLY! Who the hell thought it was a good idea to raise some sort of Frankenvirus from the dead let alone test it on a bunch of kids? Didn’t you assholes read any Mary Shelley? I’ll save you the time, it didn’t work out so well for the monster’s creator.” “We had proper authorization. Our data was good enough to convince both the WHO and NIH into backing us. If you read a journal once in a while instead of hitting up on your nurses, you might actually understand the scope of StatGene.” Harley bristled. “Christ, I should have figured the WHO was involved in this debacle. They are all the time having well-meaning trials go to shit,” Frank swore as he grabbed his clipboard and stormed to the elevator. “We don’t have time for personal insults, no matter how deserving. Save your excuses for Dubois. But first I need to give report to the next shift.” Frank yelled at Elaine, “Send a code page to Dr. Scott right now.” “Why? We don’t have a code,” Elaine asked. “Just do it. Scott needs to get his ass out here. I’m not his mother, so wake him up.” Frank grumbled as he grabbed a stack of papers. Scott’s pager sounded with a shrill, high-pitched beeping as Frank kicked at the doctor’s lounge door. “Get your ass up, Scott! I need you out here now.” The lounge door burst open, and a bleary-eyed resident stumbled out while pulling on his scrub top. “What, what? Where’s the code?” he stammered as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. “You slept through it! I only needed you awake to watch over the ER while I write the ICU orders for the guy I just tubed.” Frank laughed with a sardonic smirk. Scott flashed a look of bewilderment that became a scowl as he adjusted his scrubs. “You bastard, why the hell did you call a code then, Frank? You knew I was asleep!” “Yeah, and I don’t have time to nudge you awake. So listen to your report unless you want to write the orders for me?” Frank offered his pen with a smile. “No, let me grab some paper,” Scott replied as he fumbled for his pen. “Okay, it’s the same as it was 60 hours ago, but worse. More damn cholera victims and a never ending stream of GOMERs. That’s your report, so I suggest you grab a cup of coffee while you can because you will need it.” Frank shrugged as he turned toward the elevator. “Damn, Frank, what type of report is that?” Scott shouted at Frank as the elevator door opened.