The hand that heals

[rewritable]

"They are taking this very seriously," Jennet was skimming through the reports of Cryer's operations, "I hope I will have some of a ship left intact when they are done. They are cleaning, checking and replacing systems even my chief engineer have never heard of. Hell, they even sent a team into the garbage dump, what do they expect to find there?"

John took a careful sip of coffee before replying. While Jennet was busy reading and giving occasional orders to her crew to ensure no-one was buried under garbage or sucked through entire length of the ship in ventilation systems, John was sitting in Jennet's chair and using her mug, something she tried her best not to notice, "They have good reason to be serious. Tiberius has finished the autopsy, the report is there at the end of the pack you are holding. You can read it, just don't look at the photographs."

He waited for a moment to let jennet ignore his warning. As she turned green in face, John continued, "Yeah, it's bad. Apparently, the disease has other effects on human body on later stages we didn't know of. Or it interferes with other diseases. Or... eh, I forgot other options... it's all written in report either way

Good thing is, that ExoGeni has started the distribution of the medical. They also injected some of it in ventilation system. So, hopefully, the worst is over."

***

Andrew was enthusiastically doing his job. Which was picking an inhaler, turning it over a few times in hands (he had no idea why it was necessary, but everyone else was doing it), putting it on a table, then repeat. Honestly, it started to bore him, so, when his hand-held device made a beep, he eagerly stepped aside and checked the news.

"They did a bio-what? Oh, blimey, couldn't they just ask?"

He sighed and set his device to transmit on Cryer's public frequency.

"Dear Cryer, I appreciate your efforts, but they were unnecessary. You can always meet me, with prior appointment, in Small Conference Room No.3 on deck 2. Sincerely yours, Sam, also known as pet of Andrew Ross"

After chuckling wholeheartedly at his own joke, Andrew added, "Ah, sorry, lads. I should have introduced you earlier. Don't worry, I'll be there in a few minutes"

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