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Cass smiled at Turk. His face still looked a mess from all the shrapnel that hit it, but otherwise he looked the same. She admired his way of being able to stay calm and collected no matter what, even Marcus' presence didn't seem to be affecting him.
She listened to Kirst and smirked a bit, "Well, spicy won't be your friend for about six months I'd say, but then you can probably go back to eating whatever you prefer. As for the crunches...it's not the insides bothering you there...it's the fact that your stomach looked like a hamburger when I started working on it. Give those muscles a bit of slack...they've been through a lot." She chuckled and helped him sit up, though he didn't need it. Like the rest of the Saints, hew as in amazing physical condition. He stood and she made a face, "Mind sending Erik in? I'd rather not go back out there just yet."
She tapped the tablet a few times and made notes about Kirst for Doctor Sechen. His creation was proving to be extremely beneficial and she was starting to feel bad about her initial distrust of him. She wasn't entirely sure his research was being conducted on the up and up, but there was no denying the results. She was witnessing amazing strides against Ray's condition and colon disease of any kind could be eliminated and cure completely by these organs. She sent the notes over to him along with her offer to use his organs whenever appropriate, guaranteeing that she would continue to document their usefulness for his research.
She looked up when Erik stepped in. Her eyes were softer and her expression less guarded and more honest. "Hey you," she said as she cleaned the table again and then motioned for him to have a seat. "How's that hand doing?" she asked reaching for the repaired natural hand first. She figured the implant was ok, but she would check that in a second. She scanned the hand with her eye and then pressed each finger in turn away from his palm, "Any stiffness? can you make a tight fist?" She turned his hand over and looked at the work she'd done, which was healing nicely. "That index finger took the brunt of the damage. The tendon there is a tiny bit shorter than it was so you may notice it doesn't extend as fully but it shouldn't matter to your grip strength." She was speaking professionally because she figured they were being watched. "Any pain?" And then she looked up into his eyes and bit her lip. "How are you doing? Honestly...."
Senator Edwards listened and smirked a bit after the Director finished reading the official bio that he'd created. He felt smug and confident until that second "file" was read. "No just a minute.." he interjected a few times only to be ignored and summarily dismissed. The dead sound of the call was met with a shocked stare and then a completely irate explosion of expletives that had his aide running to the room in a panic.
He did indeed make several calls, and all were more of the same. Some hung up as soon as the Director's name was mentioned. His last call, in desperation, was to a very unsavory group that he used in emergencies, but even they weren't willing to go against SOG. "You don't have enough money to offer anyone for that suicide mission. I'd lick my wounds and crawl away with my tail between my legs were I you." The Senator sighed, "There is another matter I need you to attend to...seems my wife has been cavorting around behind my back. I need you to arrange an accident...for both of them."
Faced with the overwhelming opinion of every colleague he contacted and the unwillingness of anyone to offer support or aid he called his son and offered him a way out and urged him to take it immediately. "You are not safe there. I cannot protect you in any way. You need to get out of that place and away from that director, NOW."
Marcus had grown tired of staring at the motley group of worker bees and had gone back to his quarters a few minutes before his father's call. He could not believe what he was hearing, "Wait...what?" he asked, "He's just a peon Dad...He works for you. How can you say what you are saying?"
"Marcus...he is untouchable. People are afraid to even speak his name and no one will offer support of any kind."
"Since when do you need support?"
"Marcus not even the Skulls ...."
"The Skulls?" he asked in shock, "You went to those losers?"
"They are discrete and highly skilled."
"They are slime Dad. NO problem though. I can handle him on my own. Not to worry, I'll uphold the family name and honor."
"Marcus NO!" But the line was dead and his arrogant son was gone. He dropped the comm unit and dragged a hand through his hair. He called for his Aide. "I need you to arrange a special pick up and transport for my son."
Marcus began pacing his quarters. No one was going to question his father's power or authority. He was going to find people who were not happy here and get as much dirt on this guy as he could and then bury him with it. He was good at political sabotage and he had a LOT of experience exercising it. No one was untouchable, and the director was about to find that out. Leaving his quarters he strode past everyone and went out into the open to find discontentment in the camp, and possibly to incite some where there was none.
Point watched him leave and lifted a brow. She'd been reading with Dante but that movement caught her attention. "Where does he think he's going?"
Harrison returned with Xanders, "That was good for a first go at it. Stay to ten minutes on level 5 for the first week and then you can push it as you feel comfortable." He went to his room and returned with both Erik's hand and Dante's arm and went to the bay where Cassandra was. "Ready for this?" he asked holding up the improved hand.
Cassandra nodded, "Perfect timing. How did Xanders do on the treadmill?"
"Only flew off once. Not bad."
"You caught him right?"
"Of course." He huffed indignantly. Holding the hand up to Erik's real on he compared the two. "You have a lot of torque in this hand, also a pinpoint laser from the index finger that will cut through most metals. The ring finger is a sensor for medical use. If you press it to the skin of a patient it will give you color coded information." He handed him a paper. "The pad of the finger will turn a color for poison, low oxygen levels, and everything else listed on this page."
Cass tipped her head, "That's a new one...useful." She glanced at the page and nodded approvingly. "Let's have a look at the conduits, shall we?" Releasing the generic hand she checked the skin and the electrical conduits. "You are healing beautifully." She stepped back while Harrison connected the new hand and snapped the unit in place. "Give it a try..."
She listened to Kirst and smirked a bit, "Well, spicy won't be your friend for about six months I'd say, but then you can probably go back to eating whatever you prefer. As for the crunches...it's not the insides bothering you there...it's the fact that your stomach looked like a hamburger when I started working on it. Give those muscles a bit of slack...they've been through a lot." She chuckled and helped him sit up, though he didn't need it. Like the rest of the Saints, hew as in amazing physical condition. He stood and she made a face, "Mind sending Erik in? I'd rather not go back out there just yet."
She tapped the tablet a few times and made notes about Kirst for Doctor Sechen. His creation was proving to be extremely beneficial and she was starting to feel bad about her initial distrust of him. She wasn't entirely sure his research was being conducted on the up and up, but there was no denying the results. She was witnessing amazing strides against Ray's condition and colon disease of any kind could be eliminated and cure completely by these organs. She sent the notes over to him along with her offer to use his organs whenever appropriate, guaranteeing that she would continue to document their usefulness for his research.
She looked up when Erik stepped in. Her eyes were softer and her expression less guarded and more honest. "Hey you," she said as she cleaned the table again and then motioned for him to have a seat. "How's that hand doing?" she asked reaching for the repaired natural hand first. She figured the implant was ok, but she would check that in a second. She scanned the hand with her eye and then pressed each finger in turn away from his palm, "Any stiffness? can you make a tight fist?" She turned his hand over and looked at the work she'd done, which was healing nicely. "That index finger took the brunt of the damage. The tendon there is a tiny bit shorter than it was so you may notice it doesn't extend as fully but it shouldn't matter to your grip strength." She was speaking professionally because she figured they were being watched. "Any pain?" And then she looked up into his eyes and bit her lip. "How are you doing? Honestly...."
Senator Edwards listened and smirked a bit after the Director finished reading the official bio that he'd created. He felt smug and confident until that second "file" was read. "No just a minute.." he interjected a few times only to be ignored and summarily dismissed. The dead sound of the call was met with a shocked stare and then a completely irate explosion of expletives that had his aide running to the room in a panic.
He did indeed make several calls, and all were more of the same. Some hung up as soon as the Director's name was mentioned. His last call, in desperation, was to a very unsavory group that he used in emergencies, but even they weren't willing to go against SOG. "You don't have enough money to offer anyone for that suicide mission. I'd lick my wounds and crawl away with my tail between my legs were I you." The Senator sighed, "There is another matter I need you to attend to...seems my wife has been cavorting around behind my back. I need you to arrange an accident...for both of them."
Faced with the overwhelming opinion of every colleague he contacted and the unwillingness of anyone to offer support or aid he called his son and offered him a way out and urged him to take it immediately. "You are not safe there. I cannot protect you in any way. You need to get out of that place and away from that director, NOW."
Marcus had grown tired of staring at the motley group of worker bees and had gone back to his quarters a few minutes before his father's call. He could not believe what he was hearing, "Wait...what?" he asked, "He's just a peon Dad...He works for you. How can you say what you are saying?"
"Marcus...he is untouchable. People are afraid to even speak his name and no one will offer support of any kind."
"Since when do you need support?"
"Marcus not even the Skulls ...."
"The Skulls?" he asked in shock, "You went to those losers?"
"They are discrete and highly skilled."
"They are slime Dad. NO problem though. I can handle him on my own. Not to worry, I'll uphold the family name and honor."
"Marcus NO!" But the line was dead and his arrogant son was gone. He dropped the comm unit and dragged a hand through his hair. He called for his Aide. "I need you to arrange a special pick up and transport for my son."
Marcus began pacing his quarters. No one was going to question his father's power or authority. He was going to find people who were not happy here and get as much dirt on this guy as he could and then bury him with it. He was good at political sabotage and he had a LOT of experience exercising it. No one was untouchable, and the director was about to find that out. Leaving his quarters he strode past everyone and went out into the open to find discontentment in the camp, and possibly to incite some where there was none.
Point watched him leave and lifted a brow. She'd been reading with Dante but that movement caught her attention. "Where does he think he's going?"
Harrison returned with Xanders, "That was good for a first go at it. Stay to ten minutes on level 5 for the first week and then you can push it as you feel comfortable." He went to his room and returned with both Erik's hand and Dante's arm and went to the bay where Cassandra was. "Ready for this?" he asked holding up the improved hand.
Cassandra nodded, "Perfect timing. How did Xanders do on the treadmill?"
"Only flew off once. Not bad."
"You caught him right?"
"Of course." He huffed indignantly. Holding the hand up to Erik's real on he compared the two. "You have a lot of torque in this hand, also a pinpoint laser from the index finger that will cut through most metals. The ring finger is a sensor for medical use. If you press it to the skin of a patient it will give you color coded information." He handed him a paper. "The pad of the finger will turn a color for poison, low oxygen levels, and everything else listed on this page."
Cass tipped her head, "That's a new one...useful." She glanced at the page and nodded approvingly. "Let's have a look at the conduits, shall we?" Releasing the generic hand she checked the skin and the electrical conduits. "You are healing beautifully." She stepped back while Harrison connected the new hand and snapped the unit in place. "Give it a try..."