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Bakamono · (This post was last modified: 01-27-2011, 04:16 AM by Bakamono.)

Jake Shattuck watched as Tiberius of Exogeni went swiftly about his tasks, directing his substantial compliment of staff with confidence and precision. Jake instructed units via his discreet wrist-comm. to stay clear of the operational space that it became apparent Exogeni would be using. He looked on as their staff quickly setup testing equipment and created the usual bustling order of a treatment centre.

Following Tiberius to the coronary suite, Jake was shocked upon seeing the resident pathologist standing over an apparently internally-ravaged cadaver. The situation had quickly gone from bad to dire, Jake sent a yellow level alert flag down the line, as he opened one to the executive co-ordinators team:
'Co-ordinator Sir, we have a situation'¦' he activated the feed from his eye, displaying the splayed ribcage of the corpse, and the gooey void within. 'It is my opinion that we should also consult Dr. Hartford: the damage here seems similar to reports from one of his projects'¦apparently similar to the Carlisle strains, the infectious agent simply devours and destroys internal organs, resulting in a quick, if painful death; Shattuck out.' Jake turned to Tiberius and the medical examiner once more 'Well...Doctor Maxwell is it? I assume we are waiting on the bloods and toxicology results. In your opinion Doctor Maxwell: was this a simultaneous system-wide failure? Or does it look like the lungs went first? Is there any neural damage, Cranial haemorrhaging? I'd be interested to know if the infectious agent has spread through his entire central nervous system and if there was any particular catalyst for the acidic reaction.'

***

The hazardous biologicals team were waist deep in muck, cursing their superiors as they sifted, sampled and scanned the effluence around them. 'Leffy, how come we're wallowing in waste, when it's going into the fekking sun anyway!?'
Leffy awkwardly turned to Tor, his view restricted by his bulky hazmat suit: 'You heard the doctor Tor: we do this and we get a significant chance at being promoted. Builds character he said: and all the big-wigs got character in spades.'
'Wait a second Leffy: are you saying that at some point all them cocktail drinkin' flousies up there were in the muck like us down 'ere?'
'Sure as the sea is wet Tor: them folk up top are steeped in character - stands to reason that they been where we are now, and don't you wanna be like them?'
'What you mean send other people down to sift through this mess?! 'Course I do Leffy but I don't want to be doing this ever again. I mean that time down on Leeds was fair enough: that was a mess that needed cleaning, but this just '¦fekking cleft-monkeys, sipping their tea and cosmos'¦' Tor ranted as he flung another dripping mound of semi-solid waste into one of the many marked disposal containers 'Leff? What if they forget about us down here? What if they leave without us?' Echoes of the pairs inane bickering resounded around the large waste tank into the night.

***

Tethered to the Hawaii in a small isolated unit, Natalya sat arranging and relaying information as it flew across her illuminated screen. As she surveyed the shared communications network even Natalyas' removed psyche registered shock at the alert: she quickly reviewed the personnel numbers and statistics before her as her mind extrapolated patterns and identified likely threat areas. Patching a request into the queue for the Medics vessel at mooring point one, Natalya attempted to sound less robotic than usual: 'Cryer Viewpoint four to Medics Whitesun - the following data leads me to suggest a hermetic sealing of each suite and further division of the patients. Additional personnel would alleviate the workload and increase efficiency by fifteen percent.' After sending the information Natalya reclined: well pleased with her warm, sympathetic message; she allowed herself twenty seconds of random synapse firing before returning to the information flow.

***

Elsewhere, another Cryer employee was busy trying to locate the infamous Andrew Ross: the apparently accidental source of the controlled chaos of the Hawaii. The suited form that was Pilgrim stopped in its tracks after minutes of scanning the multitude of faces that passed by and visibly sighed: the photo was a sorely lacking clue in a mask crowded environment, he needed something more 'Co-ordinator, this is Pilgrim requesting clearance for a level one bio-scan of the Hawaii'¦Target is the pet of Andrew Ross - sequence data uploaded'¦Standing by...'

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