The hand that heals

[Bakamono]

Isiahs hyper-encrypted report to the Executive Co-ordinators nexus was brief: detailing only the apparently insane intelligence of the subject, the megalomaniacal tendencies and that his sample would be in care of Researcher Kitaen.

Priscilla awoke groggily from her painkiller induced stupor and stared about the suite-turned-med-bay. A nurse stooped over her, checking her vitals, as a suited response team officer stood patiently to her right. The nurse nodded in satisfaction at Priscilla '€œWe did some knitting on your left radius Researcher, try not to brawl for the next few days at least'€ she suggested as she left to aid in the exit clean-up.

The response team member approached Priscilla once they were alone. '€œResearcher, I have a sample for the Executive co-ordinator'€ his tone was hushed as he reached drew a Vial from the dark folds of his bulky suit and handed it to her. Priscilla glanced at his markings as she palmed the vial '€œThank you Team leader: well done, I'm sure your team will be well rewarded'€ she smiled as she collected her belongings and secreted the sample.

***

Tanya almost fell into those deep, brown eyes as Captain Frials' smooth voice reassured her. The regret she recognised there sent a guilty spark of gratification to her mind, the idea blossomed as she watched her protector stride toward yet another task of great responsibility. Feeling significantly less-safe Tanya allowed herself to be led off by a nurse as she dreamily Imagined a nautically themed wedding on a pristine beach, with little uniformed ushers and flower-girls, and a ship-shaped wedding cake.

***

After making a concerted effort to tear her eyes from Raimon, Stella curtseyed to Ailis Frosthearth '€œYes, I am Lady Octavia Barr-a-vicci the fifth delighted to meet you Executive Director Frosthearth. I'm sure your resources will be well appreciated shortly.'€ She looked to Raimon to observe whether this fiery damsel would capture his romantic attentions. A moment of panic gripped her as she looked upon the womans' enviable porcelain skin and shock red hair '€œWell, it appears that we are nearly a complete assembly...'€ Stella began before raising a hand to her forehead, swooning, and fainting again.

***

'€œ..Ah yes: be right with you!'€ Julian sat astounded for a moment as he absorbed Ross' words. The man was definitely smarter than some surgeons Julian had worked with and, in the wrong hands: dangerously capable. Although he sensed nothing of malice in Ross or his demeanor, he decided keeping the man close would be the prudent course of action; and left to follow the excited doctor.