The hand that heals

[rewritable]

John rushed in through door breathing heavily. He shrugged off the deja-vu feeling at the sight of firearms, then proceeded over the docking bay towards the group of people. His arm slid again by old habit to his hip, however, this time, there indeed was a discreet sidearm by his belt, taken from Lightning's armory on John's way here.

"You made your appearance! Wonderful!"

John slowly walked to a place where he could see both medics and the arrivals, somewhat in-between them.

"Either way, since your team is here, we have to get to work. Somehow. A team with necessary skills and experience is a great help in our situation. I see you have a checklist of sorts there..." John scratched his head nervously, his brain working frantically thinking how to settle the situation in the best way. A potential shootout was definitely not included in his plans.

"First of all, guns must go," he looked first to Cryer team, then to Medic guards, "All of them. I will arm my and Hawaii's officer staff, they will ensure security from now on. I don't want any 'accidents' here.

You both probably don't really like each other now, but we all will have to cooperate one way or another. Dr. Whitesun and his people have done a massive amount of work and know the situation here better than everyone else in Sirius. Cryer has overall experience in dealing with contagious things, people and all that."

John made a short a pause to breath in, then continued,

"Offer to ExoGeni still stands. An extra amount of medicals have never killed anyone. I plan to distribute it to all registered OSC liners; in the rare event this disease strikes again, I don't want an epidemic of this scale happen again anywhere"

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