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"Nothing to see," he said. "Why don't you hurry up and re-install the camera so we can get to where we're supposed to be. The Chief might be patient but I doubt Mr. Tharomar is."
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I sure believe that, Fred said, pulling a chair over and standing on it. Hrm. Thats odd. The camera is just disconnected. The short man plugged it back in and keyed his earpiece microphone. Stoney, could you check if the monitor is back on.
At the front desk, Jasons long fingers danced along the keyboard. Yes, its back on.
Fred grumbled as he got off the chair. It was probably vanLoosen again. I wonder which poor girl he got in here this time.
Jason frowned, and started to check the digital security footage. He could find out who was in there just before the camera was unplugged
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"Yes my names Jen Morse. I'm a doctor over at the hospital. I was paged and asked to come here for a meeting but they didn't say who. Could you check for me and then inform them that I'm here?"
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Jason looked up, a little startled. Oh, yes, maam. Sorry. I was a little distracted. He swore inwardly. This was another reason he didnt like working the front desk. Screens of any kind distracted him from conversations and the people around him. If he wanted to hold a conversation, he had to turn completely away from any television screen or computer monitor.
Jason checked the logs, and then double checked them. Maam, I sorry, Im not finding anyone with your name on their schedule. Do you have any idea which department this might involve?
Penny sighed miserably at her desk. Keeping a low profile was so difficult with a rapidly darkening raccoon eye. Purchase orders stacked up on her desk, requests for quotes, post-its of every color and size, shipping labels...
"What's wrong, Pen?"
Penny looked up, sighing. Her co-worker Irma stood there, dangling her arms over the cube wall. Penny couldn't help but smile. Irma was the closest thing she had to a friend in this godforsaken town. Only ten days younger than her, she'd been hired in as an inside sales rep. Irma was far more motivated than Penny, and indeed seemed almost obsessive-compulsive, but she was a nice girl and always had Penny's back.
"Just a crappy day." Penny said, taking a moment to smile at her sheepishly. "I was supposed to have the day off, got yanked into a hush-hush with the top brass, got outranked for elevator priveleges, fell down the stairs, and then when some guy picked me up, my glasses fell off so I didn't even really see his face that well. AND I didn't get his name. Or tell him mine, for that matter."
"Ooh, harsh..." Irma said sympathetically. "A mystery man, huh?"
"Shut up." Penny grumbled. "With my luck, he'll be another one of those damn engineers. I swear, you so much as look at some of those guys and they're ready to propose on the spot."
The girls laughed together for a moment before Irma began picking up some of the paperwork. "You need a hand, Pen?" she offered.
"Actually, if you could man the phone, that'd be great." Penny said gratefully. "I've got to deliver the hard copy of the meeting transcript to Mr. Tharomar myself within the next 15 minutes. For his eyes only, ya know."
"Mr. Tharomar? Looking like that?" Irma gasped.
"It's a hard knock life, I guess." Penny said wryly as she gathered the transcript and dusted off her jacket.
Japancakes.
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((Waiting for PM reply from Arashi about Milly at the office door. Gonna post as soon as I have it. 
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"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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((OOC: jeez, I'm gone for a few days and the thread explodes...))
5:00 PM. Sarah scooped her keys into her purse and thumbed off her laptop. The day had been every bit as exhausting as she was afriad it was going to be, and if she didn't hurry, she'd be late picking Alec up from daycare.
As she stood, slinging her oversized purse over her shoulder, her heart sank. VanLoosen was coming this way.
Great, this is all I need...
A sick feeling settled into her stomach like a bad smell settling into a dark corner.
Go away, she thought at him, her annoyance and fear sharpening to a point.
Leave me alone.
To her astonishment, he stopped suddenly, a look of confusion washing over his handsome face, as if in answer to her unspoken command. Then he staggered a few steps to the left, as if someone had just hit him over the head. He stared straight at her for a few seconds, blinking stupidly, then turned and moved unsteadily in the opposite direction, staggering slightly, like a man who's had a bit too much to drink.
what the hell was that? she wondered. Was Vanloosen doing drugs at work? It was the only explanation she could think of for his strange behavior. She shook her head and left her office, flicking the light off as she shut the door. She was suddenly *very* tired, and was definitely going to be late. The late-shift workers were already coming into the building...she passed a huge man with slightly grubby clothing, bending over a printer and muttering to himself. Sarah had heard his name was Moss or something. He gave her the creeps, but she smiled brightly at him as she passed. Picking a route that passed by Morgan's office, she tried to peep unobtrusively in as she passed, and glimpsed morgan shutting her laptop and looking satisfied, which gave her a twinge of envy. she noticed Penny was still here, talking to one of the other office assitants and looking like she'd been the victim of domestic abuse...where *had* she got those bruises?
Sighing slightly, she moved down the hall to the elevator and pushed the button.
Dr. McCourd didn't realize it was becoming evening til his stomach rumbled. Looking at the standard clock hanging over his door, he noticed it was a little after five.
Only a couple of hours remaining.
He looked back at his screen, seeing some of the more menial projects that were put on his lap. The first was a new type of pressure regulator for divers, to allow them to go deeper for longer periods of time. the next, a device for optical camouflage, which he thought was someone's idea of a joke. Someone had seen Predator too many times, though he figured the military just wanted a new edge for black ops type missions.
He stifled a yawn, and got up to stretch his legs. Saving his progress on the computer, he shut it down. He figured he'd walk around the building. He wasn't athletic, but he kept in shape by walking the stairs and exploring the rest of the offices. He was alway amused by watching the people who were only working for Tharomar as a cover for a lot of the work he was involved in.
By the time I'm done. The chip should be finished.
Dr. Darrow wiped the sweat from his brow with the sleeve of his lab coat, blinked his eyes several times, then once again placed his eyes into the same microscope he had been using since he was employed in Tharomar Enterprises. A couple months ago, Tharomars R & D Department had received new electronic microscopes, all of which were immediately allocated to the labs working on Project Forecast. While Dr. Darrow appreciated the privacy of working on an alternate project, the lack of resources given to the other projects at Tharomar Enterprises caused his work to slow down by a considerable rate when compared to the progress he had made when he was funded by Crey.
Hand me that file over there. Dr. Darrow said to his supervisor, pointing to a stack of papers sitting by the door to the lab. The papers were messily unorganized, and hadnt been delivered to the lab so much as they had been thrown into the room by the low-paid help employed at Tharomar Enterprises.
Here you are. Dr. Natas said, smiling as he handed the papers to his companion.
Lets see... Dr. Darrow lifted the top paper on the stack and read the top paragraph. He then narrowed his eyes in frustration. What the hell is this? Current Status Report for Project Forecast?! Damn it, they messed up our paperwork AGAIN! Dr. Darrow crumpled the paper in his right hand and placed his head in his left. Im getting sick and tired of-
Now, now... Dr. Natas interrupted, smiling as he took the paper as well as the rest of the stack in his arms. It would be in our best interest to let me handle this. Its important for you to continue working. Efficient use of our time is essential, after all. Dr. Natas continued to smile as he watched his companion calm down. Alright, I should be back once Ive resolved this matter.
Dr. Natas quickly made his way out of the R & D Department and to the elevator to begin his ascent through the building. He brushed his blonde hair aside as the doors opened once more to a large, business office type of area filled with cubicles.
Dear oh dear, Im not familiar with this department. He observed the area; most of the attendees appeared to be busy. Ah. He spotted two young women in an area of the room who seemed to be only chatting. One of them had a transcript in her hand and appeared to be ready to leave.
Excuse me... Dr. Natas said, a friendly smile on his face as he approached to two women. Do either of you happen to know what happened to the paperwork for lab room- He stopped for a moment as he recognized the young woman who was about to leave. Oh, hello again.
Alright! Hunter declared boldly as he burst through the front doors of the hospital. At last, Hunter Darrow arrives at his destination! He has finished his quest with success! Several doctors and patients in the front lobby immediately stared at Hunter. Hunter turned red with embarrassment. Uh... what I mean is... uh... never mind! Hunter laughed nervously as he made his way to the front desk. Im... uh... here to pick up some medicine. He said nonchalantly, handing the note and his fathers clearance to the young woman at the front desk.
Supplemental Galactic Protectorate Fanfic
Tharomar didn't flinch a muscle as he hard the knock on the door. A quick glance to the monitor atop his table told him everything - Milly had been there.
And she had heard.
Had she been one of th inner circle, such as Velasquez, Thomas, or Mr. D, this would not have ben any bother. But since she was not, it could be very problematic.
Tharomar nodded to Mr. D as he bade Milly in over the intercom. For him, the gesture contained all he needed to know.
She had become a liability. See that she does not become a problem...
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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(I think I made the mistake of being sort of Discontinuous, which is why I arranged for a "Meeting" with someone. If anyone cares to have a meeting with a naive young doctor feel free to call down at the desk. If not I'll try some other time to meet more people than Kara.)
Milly shook herself as Mr. Tharomar's voice echoed over the intercom. Putting her fanciful thoughts from her mind, the nine-teen year old entered the room.
"Um, Mr. Tharomar? There was a letter for you in the morning post." She took a few steps into the office, not quite sure what the man behind the desk wanted of her.
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When in danger, or in doubt; Run in circles, scream and shout.
Clarence looked out over the city. It was one if his favorite things to do. It allowed him to continually see vision. He could see as far as the light hit and that's what he wanted.
It also opened his mind to thinking. he spent much of his time here thinking as well. Many of the company's biggest ideas or decisions came from the reaches of his window.
There was only one thought on his mind at the moment. A sticky note that was left on his door.
It's being built now. I'll bring it up tomorrow morning for a test run.
Dr. McCourd
The scientist, with all his smarts, lacked private courtesy and professionalism, which made him quite a vulnerable opponent. In the end, Clarence Thomas was confident that he would eventually dispose of him as he did with anyone else that he no longer had a use for.
Just another ant on the bottom floor...
"Mr. Thomas," the intercom buzzed through to his office.
Clarence turned around and leaned in to press the return button, "What is it, Vanessa?"
"There is a Mister Creese here to see you."
A cautious eyebrow raised at this comment, a day early. Trying to catch me off guard perhaps.
The situation already spelled danger for Clarence Thomas. he was a man who liked things set in stone, for a reason. However, due to the inefficiency of his R&D section, this may prove to be more lucrative than he imagined.
"I'll see him."
Outside the office, Vanessa's surprised eyes looked over at Ryan, who had been listening the whole time. With his award-winning smile, he stood up to enter Mr. Thomas' office.
As he opened the door, Vanessa strained her neck over desk, nearly falling over, to see the man until she couldn't anymore. When the door shut, she sucked her teeth lightly.
"Who was that," Monica stood in the walkway to Clarence's office. She held her clipboard close to her chest.
"Something handsome this way comes," Vanessa replied and picked up the phone to make appointment reminders.
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"Mr. Creese," Clarence stood as he walked into the office, "to what do I owe the pleasure of you arriving here a day ahead of your appointed time," the question was accusatory. Thomas was on the edge. He did not appreciate schedule changes, but allowed this one because he knew, just as much as Creese knew, that this was an important meeting.
Kara's shift finished without any hitches. She even got to see Mina again. They played blackjack for M&Ms.
Kara was out a bag of M&Ms now. And owed the quiet girl a second bag tomorrow. Who knew a bedridden mute girl with agoraphobia would be so good at blackjack? Or maybe Kara just sucked at it.
At once, Kara began driving to the address listed for the Leslios family.
The road was long and winding up the large hill, but it was peaceful, serene even.
Until she reached the checkpoint.
She stopped and a husky security guard (she could tell the difference between a cop and a security guard) came up to her car.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Sorry lassy," the guard said in a thick scottish accent, "Ye can't be ere, orders o Tharomar."
"Uh, why?" she questioned.
"Dunno, jus' doin me job, now turn aroun and go back," he said.
Kara wasn't one to take this lying down. She knew the house wasn't very far away from here, so she obliged the guard and turned around and headed back towards town.
Actually, she only went about half a mile before she pulled off onto the shoulder and got out of her car. She'd be going hiking.
Fortunately she had the common sense to not wear her nurse's uniform. And now she was even more glad she didn't. Climbing through the prickly needles would probably have torn up her pantyhose. Jeans were so much more convenient.
As expected, the checkpoints were only 'protecting' the roads leading to the house. They apparently only planned for looky-loos, not for people who actually wanted to reach the house.
When she finally reached the road behind the checkpoints, she noticed a large metal gate with a symbol on the bars. Most likely the family's seal.
Jumping the gate was rather easy, it appeared to have been electrified at one point, and there was barbed wire strewn across the overgrown lawn sprouting through the snow on the other side.
She was REALLY glad she wasn't wearing her nurse's uniform.
The driveway was quite long itself. When she finally reached the top, she was completely out of breath.
For more than one reason.
The house was smashed. Literally smashed. Upon closer inspection, the doors were all torn off their hinges. Given the size of the front door, this would have been quite a feat.
She walked past one of the fallen doors. The damage around her was immense. There wasn't a single window in the building with glass in it. And all the furniture was either smashed or shredded, apparently by some kind of blade or claw.
No sooner did she enter the building that a strong, familiar scent (especially to nurses) invaded her nostrils.
Blood. Lots of blood.
Dried blood, obviously.
Something had happened here, something horrible. And what was most frightening was that Tharomar was apparently trying to cover it up. Well, it COULD be Tharomar, or someone close to them. Like the Leslios family.
Or what's left of them, anyway. It was clear from the sheer amount of dried blood on the carpets and walls and furniture that someone must have been killed here.
Kara did a thorough inspection of the house, walking in and out of each room. Some of the rooms were completely destroyed, and others were pristine. The common thread between the smashed rooms was the presence of personal belongings. Combs, pens, papers, the usual consumables. No valuables though. The security guards or remaining Leslios family members had probably cleaned out the valuables. Probably someone hired to do it, because the stench and scenes of destruction were almost too much for Kara. Only the thought of finding out what happened here and helping Mina kept her going.
Seeing all this destruction gave Kara a pretty good idea why she was so traumatized though.
The last room in a long row of rooms before a large set of doors, presumably to the master bedroom, was, oddly enough, locked.
At this point Kara had little concern for security and set about cracking the door open with a crowbar she had brought with her. Given the security around the building she believed it would probably have been prudent to bring it. Crowbars were such useful tools after all.
This room was the strangest yet. It was a girl's room, given the presence of pink and stuffed animals. The strange part was it was absolutely pristine. No 'claw' marks, no turned over furniture, nothing.
The room was decorated with pictures of bands from a number of years ago, as well as a large fluffy bed and a vanity with a mirror covered in...
Photos.
Kara raced over to the photos. They all depicted Mina with various people, including who she recognized as several board members of Tharomar (she recognized them from the donation wall of fame at the hospital). Some depicted her with people her own age, most likely friends. The only slightly strange thing about the photos, Kara noticed, was that Mina didn't look much different now than she did then. Could probably be attributed to her time in the hospital or stunted growth or some such thing. She was more tan in each of the pictures, which was basically a given considering, again, her time in the hospital. Her hair was shorter in some of the pictures too. Kara thought she looked cuter with long hair, however.
Since no one was likely to come here again, Kara scooped up the photos and put them in her handbag (which also contained the crowbar).
Glancing around the room again, she noticed a stuff bear on the ground. It was careworn, usually a sign of it being important to someone. Given this was Mina's room, Kara deduced it was hers.
Kara gingerly picked up the dust-covered toy, brushed it off, and placed it in the now-crowded handbag.
"I guess that's enough for today," Kara said to herself, and made her way back outside.
Fortunately and unfortunately, it was now dark outside. She was able to avoid the guards using the same route, but nearly slipped in the snow a few times getting back to her car, which was a bit difficult to find considering the snow.
Finally, she opened her door, placed her bag on the passenger seat, sat down, and drove home.
Meanwhile....
The blonde haired man in a trenchcoat heard his phone ring.
"Hello?" he said.
"Agent Nicholas Sarder?" came a voice.
"That's me," Nicholas replied.
"I have a job for you."
(OOC: He won't be appearing for quite a while FYI)
((Nice read, Plague...))
"Oh, so I got this message today from this guy on mypage.com and he was all talking this mess about 'hey baby, whats up'. Ugh, so pathetic. Guys need better material, I swear," Vanessa opened up her purse to pull out her compact mirror to refresh herself.
At 5'2" tall and 120 pounds, she was tiny. She had beautiful brown hair that flowed a little past her shoulders, that she liked to keep in a ponytail, more out of habit than anything. However, during work hours, she usually twisted it up and held it in by a pair of hair sticks, allowing the sideends of her bangs to flow freely in front of her face. The sticks were blue, green, and black to match her green business suit and lowcut black blouse. She bottomed it all off with a pair of black pumps that held emeralds in the front. Her eyes were green, and she had no vision problems.
Vanessa turned her face to one side and then to the other as she examined herself in the small circular mirror, "Perfect."
"Why do you even go to that site? its retarded. Nothing but this loser and that loser trying to get a nut with the person who will take things beyond the cyber world," Monica retorted harshly.
"Nu uh, its a place for friends," Vanessa smiled and winked at her friend.
"Whatever," Monica dropped the subject, "Gimme that," Monica said and swiped the compact from Vanessa.
"Hey, get your own," Vanessa cried.
Monica cut her eyes over to her co-worker, "This is my own. Shut up," she looked herself over for a moment and returned the compact to Vanessa's purse.
Monica was not really one to worry about how she looked. She was content with the way she looked. However, if a mirror is readily available, she will take the time to make sure there isn't something stuck in her teeth. She never felt like she was more attractive than Vanessa, but she definitely had no problem attaining her fair share of men. Her curvaceous figure, which Vanessa secretly coveted, took care of that. Her pitch black hair was shortly layered and contained random sun-colored highlights. She wore a short black skirt with a matching jacket. Her blouse was white only because Mr. Thomas said she had to stop wearing all black. He called her Johnny Cash's illegitimate stepchild.
At 5'5", the 120lbs, blue eyed Monica was part-loner. She lived on her own and preferred it that way, but had the people skills to hold valued friendships that she still kept at a distance when she wanted to. That was how she played her life - on the outside looking in.
Vanessa opened up the small drawer just underneath the table portion of the desk in front of her and pulled outher schedule book. She opened it to the current week and studied her plans.
"Hey," she asked Monica without looking out, "What did you get me for Christmas?"
"Yea, right," Monica stifled a laugh, "thats what boyfriends are for."
Vanessa closed the book with a quickness and rolled her eyes, "I haven't had a boyfriend for months."
"Then who is that guy thats been keeping you warm at night," Monica enjoyed dishing into Vanessa's life. It made the time go by. Otherwise, she wouldn't care much.
"That guy comes home at all hours of the night, too consumed in his work to even notice me walk by in my favorite underwear carrying his favorite food. I dont know... I think its time for a change."
"A change like... that, maybe," Monica pointed to Mr. Thomas' door and indicated the man that had walked in.
"Hmm," Vanessa said with a lustful smile, "he was cute."
"Eh, not my type," the phone rang and Monica reached forward to pick it up.
"Tharomar Enterprises, Mr. Thomas's office, how may I help you," her voice was overly professional with a hint of pleasant girly sweetness that most loved to hear on the phone. It made them feel like their call was expected and desired. She learned that from Vanessa. Had it not been for her, she probably wouldn't even have had a job where she was.
Clarence Thomas didn't need two secretaries. he barely needed one, what with the private life he always tried to live. Truth was, Thomas had a sweet spot for Vanessa and Monica came along as a favor for her.
(OOC: 5' 5" 120 lbs is tiny?!
My sister must be microscopic...)
"Oh, hi, sir." Penny said, a little red, to Dr. Natas. "Good to see you again. Thanks for your help in the stairwell."
Irma gave Penny an incredulous glance. Mystery man was a doctor?
"The paperwork you're looking for is in the third file in Cabinet A-249." the assistant said, glancing to her associate. "Irma, could you help this fellow out? I've got to get moving. It's already after 5 - I'm likely late already."
"Sure, Pen." Irma said, gesturing to the line of cabinets.
With that, Penny hurried out of the office. Now that it was after 5, the mass exodus was over of most of the middle management from their towering mecca of commerce. She enjoyed the elevator ride by herself, and tried to make herself look presentable. There was no hiding the black eye and the crack in her glasses, though, which she sorely regretted.
Her heels made a loud clacking on the polished floors as she approached Tharomar's office herself. Blinking, she noticed Milly's mail cart not far away.
Milly's in to see Mr. Tharomar, too?
Penny liked Milly. She was a nice girl, and reminded her of one of her college friends. The assistant didn't really speak to the mail clerk often, but gave her the same friendly courtesy and respect that she did the other service workers in the building, and as such always had a grin and a wave for the girl.
She coughed a little outside the door to let Mr. Tharomar know she had arrived to deliver the transcript, and waited respectfully in a chair outside the office.
Japancakes.
Art - Theme 005 - Seeking Solace
((For those that caught it and got jokes... thank you. As I defend the tiny-ness of a 5'5' girl.... in my mind, I know that when I typed this up her description at work, she was 5'2". 2, 5, tomato, tomatoe...they're still short. ))
(OOC: a 120 lb still sounds a little heavy to be consider 'tiny' though...)
((maybe their buxom?))
Dr. Natas thanked Irma for her help with the paperwork, then made his way back into the elevator, soon descending back towards Tharomar Enterprise's R & D Department. Just as the elevator began to move, his cell phone went off.
Hello? Dr. Natas answered the phone with a cheerful tone. He instantly recognized the voice on the other end; and, while his smile did not disappear from his face, his eyebrow did twitch for just a moment. As if on cue, the security camera in the elevator was cut from an outside source, designed to look like a simple malfunction.
Oh, I havent heard from you for awhile... oh, is that so? When did they find out? ...Dear oh dear, that IS a problem... The status? Well, despite significant setbacks in resources, Dr. Darrow has been able to re-program the organisms so that they are 98% effective... No, I dont believe he does, yet... No, Clarence Thomas and the other executives are concentrating most of their resources into Project Forecast... No, they arent aware of the organisms, either... Based on Dr. Darrows previous rate of advancement on the project, we should be ready by the end of either this session or the next... Oh, is that so? My oh my, I suppose we dont have much time left then, do we? ...Yes, Ill see what I can do... Yes, I am still aware of that complication... I suppose well have to wait and see, wont we?
Dr. Natas ended the call. At that moment, the security camera in the elevator came back online. The doors opened to the R & D lab, where Dr. Natas made his way back to the Dr. Darrows lab, the same friendly smile on his face.
Supplemental Galactic Protectorate Fanfic
((OOC: Tharomar doesnt have a sound-proof office? What kind of dirty CEO is he? 
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Tharomar nodded to Mr. D as he bade Milly in over the intercom. For him, the gesture contained all he needed to know.
She had become a liability. See that she does not become a problem...
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Before Milly entered the room Mr. D had his sunglasses back on and was viewing her personnel record on his hand computer. He considered a number of options as she entered, taking into account her work and home life, family, and position in the company.
Elimination probably wasnt necessary. Probably just the usual cocktail of forget drugs and she wouldnt remember the last hour or so.
"Shut up Mr. Burton, you are not brought upon this world to get it!" - Lo Pan
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Jason looked up, a little startled. Oh, yes, maam. Sorry. I was a little distracted. He swore inwardly. This was another reason he didnt like working the front desk. Screens of any kind distracted him from conversations and the people around him. If he wanted to hold a conversation, he had to turn completely away from any television screen or computer monitor.
Jason checked the logs, and then double checked them. Maam, I sorry, Im not finding anyone with your name on their schedule. Do you have any idea which department this might involve?
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Jen pulled her pager out and looked at the message. "It only says that I'm supposed to meet someone here at this time for a meeting." She said.
Another guard walked over. "Oh yes Miss Morse, you are to meet Mr Thomas. I will call his office and let him know you are here."
"Thank you and its DOCTOR Morse." She said feeling rather annoyed.
"Well I'm sorry Miss high and mighty." The guard sniffed walking over to his phone. He dialed a number, waited a few minutes, got a voicemail and then said. "Mr Thomas, this is Joe Puna from security. I have a "Doctor" Morse here to see you at your convenience." He hung up and then walked over. "Well..." He made quote signs with his hands, "...Doctor, Mr Thomas is in a meeting right now and you can wait down here for him to be ready."
Jen was ready to punch this little slime weasel but she held her temper. She needed this job to support her daughter. "Alright Mr Puna, I can wait." She said pleasantly and walked over and pulled out a medical Journal and waited.
(OOC: Poo...I went too fast...now i gotta wait for everyone ELSE to end Day 1...)
"Very good." Tharomar commented dryly to Milly, trying not to stare her into place with his cold gray eyes, "Do you have it, then?"
"If I had Force powers, vacuum or not my cape/clothes/hair would always be blowing in the Dramatic Wind." - Tenzhi
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((Happy Birthday DeviousMe!))
After giving the drugs to the nurses with very specific instructions and reviewing each test subject's case file, Dr. Collins decided to call it a night. He left for home, a little apartment not too far away. It was quite a mess. Tom was only organized at work. He sat down and reviewed some of his notes of the day until he fell asleep.
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The patient Devan had been particularly unruly when the nurses reluctantly gave him a shot of clear liquid and a clear pill. He kept screaming that it wasnt his medicine.
"Not my medicine." He muttered through his exhaustion, "Not my medicine."
The next day he woke up ready to start at it again. He began by getting out of his bed, disconnecting the heart monitor and walking with his IV towards the exit. He nearly shuffled out the door when he realized he forgot something. He made his way slowly back towards his bed. He grabbed the tray of food next to it, took a few bites then threw it against the far wall. Then he resumed to carry out his escape plan.
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The next morning Tom walked through security with a wide smile. He said his usual hello's on his way to the labs. Whenever he passed a pretty girl he shyed away. He was utterly helpless.
After stepping into his bio suit and greeted the animals his vision narrowed to the viruses in their test tubes. He treated them with the utmost respect. If one ever got into the general public it would have unknown consequences. It might never have any effect, or it could wipe out everything on earth. It was safer to assume the latter.
When he put a sample into the powerful electron microscope and the digital image came up and he began his notes again. Soon he would have enough data for a presentation for Mr. Tharomar himself if he wanted. He was determined even though there wasnt much use for biological studies anymore. Not since nanotechnology was developed.
He was very determined.
WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?! Justine confronted her brother as he burst through the door at 11:30 PM.
Hey, do you have ANY idea what I had to go through in order to get this? Hunter shot back, taking a deep breath before going into his narrative. So there I was, on my never-ending journey to get the medicine, when suddenly-
Oh, forget it! Justine said, grabbing the medicine from her brothers hand and stomping her feet as she returned to her mothers room.
Why is everyone yelling outside? Samantha asked weakly as Justine entered, doing her best to lift herself up to a sitting position with one arm. You and your brother arent fighting again, are you?
Its alright, mom. Justine said, adjusting her mothers bed sheets (they had fallen off her shoulders and onto her lap). Dont worry about it; Hunters just being Hunter, as usual.
You really shouldnt get so worked up all the time. Samantha said, smiling as best she could.
I WOULDNT get so worked up if Hunter wasnt constantly wandering off in his little fantasy world. Justine sighed, lowering her eyes somewhat. He never takes anything seriously; everything has to be an ADVENTURE for him. He goes on and on about Statesman and the Freedom Phalanx and how hes going to be a Hero when he grows up. Justine sighed. I dont mind him having a dream to work for, but that dream CONSTANTLY gets in the way of reality. He doesnt realize how SERIOUS your condition is! Im doing all I can to- Justine stopped as she saw her mother glance at her with a distant, sad expression. Oh, Im sorry! I shouldnt have brought that up! Please-
Its okay. Samantha said, embracing her daughter in her arms. She smiled as Justine buried her face in her chest. You worry too much. You dont have to be at my side constantly, you know. I really wish youd spend some time with your friends, and develop your own dreams, just like your brother.
Justine looked into her mothers eyes, tears already welling up in her own. Id rather stay right here, mom.
Could this be it? Dr. Darrow looked incredulously at the results on the monitor. Could I finally have done it?
Though it was almost 5 AM, both Dr. Darrow and Dr. Natas were still working in the lab. At Dr. Natass request, Dr. Darrow managed to pull every hour of overtime he was allowed, and as a result of that, seemed to have finally finished what he began long ago.
Can it really be
100% effective? Dr. Darrow looked over his notes, not wanting to believe, but hoping against hope, as well. He wheeled around to his supervisor, who seemed to have a larger smile than normal. I need to cross-check this with the original documents
I may actually have done it!
Yes, this is indeed an extraordinary breakthrough in the field of micro-biology. Dr. Natas said, patting his friend on the back. You get the documents you need; Ill call my superiors and arrange a field test immediately. Dr. Natas smiled as he watched Dr. Darrow rush out the door of the lab. Dialing his cell phone, he continued to smile as he made contact with his superior.
Hello again! I have good news; the project seems to be a success
Yes, of course. Do you have the hazard team ready?
Yes, we should be ready later today
Yes, I haven't forgotten about them. What is their current location?
My my my, that IS cutting it close
In any case, this day should be very eventful
Ah, yes
Im still not sure about that
Well have to see which he values more, I suppose.
Supplemental Galactic Protectorate Fanfic
It took some time for Kara to find the file she was looking for.
According to the policy, which was first established in 1973 for the Leslios family, Mina was a dependant of the family, probably adopted by the head of the family.
Thus, her name was listed as Mina Leslios.
What was strange was her birthdate: the month and day were listed, but the year was not. This wasn't TOO unusual, given she was adopted. A lot of kids remember when their birthday is after all.
Upon further inspection, it was listed she wasn't a student. In fact, she never was. Her occupation wasn't listed at all.
Kara did find an address for the Leslios family. It was quite a ways away, semi-local but just outside of town.
Kara had a feeling she'd find answers there.
But first, she had to finish her shift...