Mission of Mercy (poetlore and dunruffle)

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Harrison let the man vent. Hell, he'd ranted for almost an hour on a holodeck when he'd realized what the 'good' Doctor Haser had done. Philanthropic his ass! That man had seen Cassandra's brilliance and used her need to give himself a way to steal that for his own. Cassandra herself had no aspirations of greatness or renown, she only wanted to help people.

Once Erik finished Harrison sat down next to him. "When I first discovered this three years ago, I tried to find a way to remove it. The Doctor that implanted it wanted to make sure his steady supply of intelligence and innovation was never removed. It was implanted in such a way that he could inflict pain if she were to ever stop working as he felt she should, and to kill her if she ever expressed the intent of removing it. I don't know what she said yesterday, but he must have felt she was going to do just that and he threw the kill switch. I hope I was in time..."

Point held on tight, "This has been the worst day of my life...totally the worst..." She said softly but did not elaborate. She knew Harrison would speak and she didn't really know how to explain it all anyway. She just needed this hug.

Harrison looked at Cassandra and shook his head, "No...this is the aftermath of it. Dumbass Edwards attempted to assassinate the Director, and very nearly succeeded. Ca....Doctor Brandford saved him, but it was a close thing. Edwards lost his hand, but more than likely he is wishing we'd let him die about now. Captain Sokolov has him now, but not before some guards beat the crap out of him. They took Graves too, apparently he brought in the stuff to make the poison. That moron always about money...I never thought he'd do something like that though...." He shook his head as it drooped toward the floor a little along with his shoulders, "I should have been watching over the Doc a little closer...might have noticed something was wrong ..."

Point frowned and lifted her head a bit, "There was nothing else you could have done Harrison...She shouldn't have trusted graves and neither should you.."

Harrison shrugged, "Maybe...but a lot of lives were saved because we did. There's always two sides to a story..." He stood when the package came in and absently opened it and removed the items and stowed them where Cassandra expected them to be. He straightened as if only just then realizing something. "You guys are here to have those weapons removed. Sorry..been a very long day. Yours will be easier Ritkof...next Bay please."

Once they were in the bay and he had the area closed off he met Erik's gaze, "Not to worry about the good Doctor Haser. I think the Director is taking care of him. Not that I wouldn't love to be a fly on the wall and see it all, but I have a feeling his way of handling it will be satisfactory." Brutal, and shaming he hoped. He also hoped that Cassandra got the credit for all her discoveries that he KNEW the man had stolen. He'd been researching him ever since he'd found the fail safe and he'd seen time after time when he'd stolen Cassandra's research, techniques and vaccines and claimed they were his breakthroughs. The man had amassed a fortune off of that single eye implant, and he could only imagine how many others were out there and how many times he'd flipped a switch without anyone being there to intervene. It grated on his nerves to think about it, so he pressed the errant thoughts from his mind and focused on removing the laser from Erik's hand. It was a simple thing for him, since he'd designed it but there were many crucial steps involved to allow the hand to function properly afterward. He reattached the hand and touched the palm to activate it again. "has it been working well?" he asked as he checked the seams on the attachment area. He liked his implants to be as near to invisible as possible. He intended for no one to know his people even had an implant, so they could lead stigma free lives. "Sorry for all this trouble. I should have realized hidden weapons were a problem...I really was trying to help.."

Point was quiet after Harrison said lives were saved. She knew that much was true. How many times had graves managed to get them crucial vaccines in the nick of time? Too many to count really. "Have you ever felt like everything you believed was a lie?" She asked as she leaned back a bit. "Thank you for that hug...I have been having a bit of a breakdown." She admitted, "I was so mad at Cass and then terrified she would die a second later...nothing is going to be the same now...no one trusts us anymore."

Harrison emerged with Erik and waved to Dante, "You're up Dante." Having heard Point's last comment she shook his head, "They still trust us in the ways it counts Point. They know this is an excellent medical team. That's what's important. The other stuff ... well.. we'll just have to prove we learned from our past mistakes....won't we?" leaving her with Erik to ponder what he'd said, he ushered Dante into the bay and after cleaning up the area he removed Dante's arm and disassembled the gun he'd placed there. He set it aside and put the arm back together and reattached it. "How had it been working?" he asked and reiterated his apology. These guys had a lot on their plate and the mess he'd caused them weighed heavily on him. They emerged about thirty minutes later. "You are both good to go, but I'm going to submit these to Doctor Brunel for future use on the field, so...hopefully you'll get to use them some day."
 
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Erik frowned apprehensively and nodded tiredly in agreement with Harrison. "Damn right, hope the Director puts that fucking hack through the wringer." With the weapon removed, Erik wiggled his fingers experimentally as he let out a short laugh. "I knew that guy was an idiot, but I didn't think he would be stupid enough to try and murder the Director himself. As for your man Graves... I'm no expert on people to me it sounds like Graves thought he could let dipshit take the heat and come out with a profit. Honestly he seemed like a guy that would be smarter than helping Doctor Cockwaffle. But I guess he was only about the money after all." Standing up, Erik patted Harrison's shoulder. "No big deal about your upgrades, probably impressed the Director more than anything."

Back in the lobby, Dante smiled and ruffled Poinr's hair. "You just gotta go with the flow. Trust me I know how bad things can get, but ya just gotta ride it out and learn from it. At least that is what I read in one of my books, but it makes sense. You, Harry, and Doc just gotta have each other's backs. You go around being paranoid, you are just making it harder on yourself." As Erik walked out, Dante gave Point one more hug then walked into the medbay with Harrison. Sitting down on the table, Dante laughed loudly and slapped Harrison's back. "It's working just fine, though next time put a snack compartment instead of a gun. Gotta love food on the go." Standing up, Dante arched an eyebrow when Harrison mentioned Doctor Brunel. "You talking about the Brunel who runs the research place? Careful Workin with her, she looks nice but she doesn't take any shit. She punched out one of the local guards awhile ago in the gym. You mess with her you ain't getting latrine duty, you most likely gonna lose some teeth."
 

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Harrison grinned, "I have faith in the man's creativity where such things are concerned. What I'd like to see is Doc getting the credit for her discoveries instead of some thief. I've been keeping tabs on the guy since I found the fail safe and he's been announcing her innovations in technique as his own, as well as some of her treatment methods and cures. I know Doc doesn't care about all that, but she deserves the credit. She's the one out here working her tail off." As they walked out he mentioned Graves, "yeah, I didn't take him for that kind of money grubber...but I guess some peoplea re good at hiding who they really are." He walked out with him and chuckled a bit, a very rare thing from him. "I can hope so...he doesn't seem like a man that is easy to impress.

Point accepted the comfort and the advice, "I'll try. I just never thought Doc would knowingly allow such things. Makes me sad really." It was obvious from her reaction and comments that Point had Cassandra up on a pretty high pedestal. It was never an easy thing when you hero topples off your throne, even a little. She watched him go into the medbay with Harrison and looked at Erik, "How are you?" she asked quietly, "hard to see her like that isn't it?" She sighed, "I've never seen her hurt before...it's almost like she has some kind of low flying guardian angel or something."

Harrison nodded, "You know...it wouldn't be difficult to adapt what's there now with a cooling property and you'd have one. I never actually thought about storing those kinds of supplies in the implants, but that's a very good idea." Those wheels were turning a mile a minute and you could almost see them. He mentioned the research department and he nodded, "One and the same, I'm working there a few days a week. It's the only way to get some of my inventions into the field with you guys where they belong." He laughed loud, "Oh I've heard and I've seen first hand. However, She's never worked with anyone like me before and ... not to worry... I can hold my own. I may have chosen the healing side of the battle, but that doesn'e mean I'm a pushover."

Point heard the laugh and blinked, "Wonder what he said to get that out of the big guy? He almost never laughs...come to think of it I've never heard him talk this much either."

Meanwhile....far away...

Doctor Haser looked at the screen that contained Cassandra Brandford's file and feed. For the first time in over a decade the feed was blank. he was going to miss her. He had been promoted five times because of her discoveries and brilliance and he didn't have another implant in anyone with half as much potential. Pity to have had to lose her at this stage, when she had access to such secret work. But, what had to be done, had to be done. He couldn't have her removing the feed and operating on her own. Someone might find out that 'his' procedures didn't originate with him and that wasn't something he was willing to risk. He had a reputation to protect and it was quite a prestigious one now.
 

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As Dr. Haser thought to himself, the office door burst open to reveal a trio of men in suits and balaclavas. Walking in, two of the Intruders spread out and began tearing through drawers and hacking devices. The third pointed a blocky pistol with a silencer attached at Haser's chest and spoke in a monotone voice. "Doctor Haser, sit down. You seem to have messed with someone who reaaally does not like you. You cooperate, you might get out of this alive." Of course this was a lie, but it was easier to get targets to cooperate if they thought they had a chance to weasel their way out.

Back at SOG home base. Erik and Dante had left the hospital (with Dante giving Point another hug), and the local guard had returned to being his normal amicable self. Another crate full of supplies had been delivered via drone, but this one had a few extra items. For Harrison, there was an entire set of high quality tools used for making artificial limbs. But along with the tools a small handbook detailing various rules and base regulations had been attached, obviously to make sure the creative technician did not cause any more trouble. For Point, she received three antique books made from actual paper with protective cases. Obviously the Director had noticed Point's fascination with books and was rewarding her for a job well done. While the gesture was kind in nature, it was tainted slightly by the fact that the Director got the information from his constant spying.
 

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Point smiled at Dante's retreating form as they left. She knew she'd be feeling those hugs long into the night and that it would help her cope and get over the events of the day. Seeing the crate of supplies she'd left Harrison to go through it and returned to Cassandra's bay to monitor her vitals.

Harrison organized the supplies, keeping the last few ingredients for making more antidote together so that he could make more, in case someone else had contact with that poison and needed treatment. He lifted the book on facility regulations and chuckled as he set it on the desk to read once everything was put away. He was a quick study and even gave a thumbs up to the cameras as he set it down. He'd messed up, and he was willing to admit it. Making sure it never happened again was something he planned to take very seriously. Lifting the books out of the box he turned them this way and that reading the spines and letting his hand run over them. It had been a very long time since he'd seen such books, probably elementary school or maybe even before that, he couldn't be sure.

He took the pile of books and entered Cassandra's room and handed them to Point, "From the Director for you." was all he said. he knew they were being spied on, and he didn't really care. He had nothing to hide. His life was work and sleep and nothing else. he wasn't sure Point would make the connection to being spied on and he wasn't going to fill in the gaps. Let her think the Director was a kind generous man, and be happy.

He went back to the main desk and began to write a message to Doctor Brunel.

I realize I have only just begun to work with your department, but Doctor Brandford was attacked and had to have immediate surgery. She is still in recovery. I cannot leave the medical unit until she is able to return to her duties. Please forward this to Sam, along with my apologies. She is welcome to contact me and I will do my best to reply in a timely manner. I want to thank you for the opportunity to utilize my ideas and I look forward to returning without delay.

Sgt. Harrison

Doctor Haser did indeed stand up when the men entered his office and began rifling through his files and destroying his devices. When the gun was pointed at his chest however, he sat down and swallowed all of the words that were burning his tongue. "What are you looking for? Who sent you?" He saw them breaking things and his hand shot out, "No...stop...you don't know what you're doing!!"
 

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As the masked men continued to ransack Doctor Haser's office, the gunman poked the panicking doctor with the barrel of his pistol. "We know exactly what we are doing. So just shut up and sit still." A few minutes later, one of the masked Intruders walked over to Haser and pulled a blocky device from his pocket. Roughly grabbing Haser's hand, he proceeded to scan his finger prints as well as take a DNA sample. Once done, the three masked men did one more sweep of the office then regrouped in front of Haser. "Well doctor, it seems our work here is done. Just need to do one last thing then we will be on our way."

Eventually Doctor Haser would be discovered in his office...dead of course. Holding a pistol registered in his name with a bullet in his skull. A handrwitten note in Doctor Haser's (perfectly copied) handwriting was left out describing his guilt over stealing other Doctor's work and how he could no longer handle the constant reminders. His office had been restored to it's normal appearance with any trace of the Intruders cleanly erased. His data terminal had been left on with files of all of his stolen work labelled in alphabetical order. The original creators were not credited, but Haser had (apparently) admitted to his guilt and wrote that all of his work should be donated to the Interplanetary Committee of Medicine for all to use.
 

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The hours sitting in the Medical Bay watching Cassandra lie there so still were frustrating for Point and utterly nerve wracking for Harrison. He was determined to keep her sedated for three full days to give her body the best chance for recovery without any after effects. He had no idea if he'd been fast enough to prevent any permanent damage, but he hoped to God he had been. Keeping her sedated as he was, there was no way to know for sure. Her vitals were good, but that's not what concerned him. Was the implant going to function? Had he saved the optic nerve in time? Was her brain injured by the acid? It seemed that her brain was at least able to keep her involuntary functions regular and even. It was a good sign.

"She looks so pale," Point's voice interjected into his troubled thoughts.

"She always looks pale."

"True but this is different...I think."

Harrison turned to her, "She'll be ok."

"Promise"

"She's been hurt worse and come out of it. She's tough."

He hadn't promised, but he was trying to reassure her anyway. But if he'd been totally sure, he'd have promised. The fact that he didn't feel he could promise her a favorable outcome had her looking back to Cassandra. "Don't you think about staying in that bed Missy." a sassy tone accompanied by a fist on the hip. "You're going to get up and start bossing everyone around,just like you always do. You hear me?" Her bravado faltered on the last three words and her lips trembled. her frazzled emotional state wasn't helping matters as tears slid down her cheeks again. Brushing them away angrily, "Damn it I hate crying...I hate change...I hate this day..."

Harrison stepped around the bed and pulled her into his arms, "I know Jen. Why don't you go rest a bit. I'll watch her. Read one of those books...get yourself back to normal..."'

Her face buried into his chest and she clung to him tightly for a few minutes. Finally she stepped away and picked up her books and then she smiled at him crookedly, "That's the first time you ever called me Jen." Lowering her head then, she left him there alone with all his own doubts and insecurities. Yes, she had trained him and he was capable, but he was not her and he was very well aware of it at that moment.

He sat down and decided to send a message to Sam himself, in case Brunel was busy.

Sorry to abandon you in the middle of this project. I can't leave the medical unit at the moment. But, if you need help with anything send me a message and I'll do my best to give a good answer. Hopefully I'll be back soon.

Harrison

He set the tablet aside and glanced up at the screens. Two more days. He wasn't sure hew as going to be able to stick to his plan.