Emmy Laybourne by Dress Your Marines in White [ss] Page B
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glass of champagne. "At the first sign of trouble, we push a button and the gel floods the room, coating everyone - in three seconds, the compound is suspended and the air is clean. It will be fine. Of course, it will. We know the gel works on MORS. It'll be fine."
She was trying to convince James and Cha. Or trying to convince herself?
"We'll aim for thirty seconds of exposure, but if there's any trouble, I'll signal you. If there's any sign of trouble, we'll kill the whole thing. Don't you think it will be okay? I think it will be fine."
"I think we might consider Dr. Savic's suggestion to test the blood types separately," James offered. "We still don't know how fast we can expect to see a reaction from type AB."
"Dr. Cutlass does raise a good point - " Dr. Cha interjected.
Massey started to pace, new ideas for the presentation streaming out. James got a notepad. He knew her well enough to reach for it automatically.
"We'll have them strapped down, on those black padded testing beds, so they can't move. Let's put the subjects in white, too. It will look good against the dark padding."
James wrote it all down.
"What if the O gets free?" he asked.
"From the restraints?"
"Dr. Massey, I think it could be possible. But then I've never seen the effect on a human subject."
She had. In 2021. She and Savic and a retired general were the only ones who'd survived the leak.
"We'll have an armed guard in the room. Just in case," she conceded.
It would be safer to do them one at a time. Safer for the subjects, by far, and for whichever assistant she assigned to be in the test room. But he didn't press it with Massey. It wasn't that she didn't welcome a good argument. It was that she hated cowards.
And he was afraid.
And if he hesitated, even for a second, she'd know it. And then she might make him be in there.
On the morning of the demonstration, I ran through a safety check with the head of the lab, Dr. Savic, and the lead lab engineer, Hans Longreman. Mr. Longreman assured us the test suite had been reinforced with silicone sealant and that the air filtration system was similarly reinforced.
We did a run-through of the release and gel spray down of the room. Mr. Longreman insisted that such a test was a waste of materials - that he had already tested it several times - but Dr. Savic insisted. He reminded Mr. Longreman that MORS is a substance of unknown strength and virulence. We ran the test and the foaming gel rained down and expanded almost immediately.
I was satisfied that the demonstration could be performed safely on the subjects.
Brayden and his music. It was back up again, shaking the floor. James took the baseball bat and pounded it down onto the carpet. He kept the bat by the door to the basement for this exact reason - to signal Brayden to turn down the noise.
When Massey picked the subjects from the files the warden at Leavenworth sent over, James helped. The warden had made the offer to all their lifers and all twelve of them volunteered. They all wanted out of The Castle, it seemed. But how could the inmates have known what they were getting themselves into?
Dr. Massey made the final decision, selecting them as if she were casting a play.
A giant brute for O. A guy who looked ethnic for AB - did she think he'd be more garrulous, somehow, because he looked like a gypsy? A regular-Joe-looking type B guy. For type A, a man whose skin was so white, he seemed like he might be an albino.
Dr. Savic looked over her selections. His sign-off was needed.
"This one," he said, the type O brute on the screen of his tablet. "Why so big for the O?"
"I didn't pick him for his size, per se," Massey lied. "He just seemed more dignified, somehow, than the others. I thought it would provide a good contrast when he experiences the effects, that's all."
Savic grunted his assent, massaging the scar on his jaw with his good hand. James had noticed he did this often when discussing MORS.
"You
She was trying to convince James and Cha. Or trying to convince herself?
"We'll aim for thirty seconds of exposure, but if there's any trouble, I'll signal you. If there's any sign of trouble, we'll kill the whole thing. Don't you think it will be okay? I think it will be fine."
"I think we might consider Dr. Savic's suggestion to test the blood types separately," James offered. "We still don't know how fast we can expect to see a reaction from type AB."
"Dr. Cutlass does raise a good point - " Dr. Cha interjected.
Massey started to pace, new ideas for the presentation streaming out. James got a notepad. He knew her well enough to reach for it automatically.
"We'll have them strapped down, on those black padded testing beds, so they can't move. Let's put the subjects in white, too. It will look good against the dark padding."
James wrote it all down.
"What if the O gets free?" he asked.
"From the restraints?"
"Dr. Massey, I think it could be possible. But then I've never seen the effect on a human subject."
She had. In 2021. She and Savic and a retired general were the only ones who'd survived the leak.
"We'll have an armed guard in the room. Just in case," she conceded.
It would be safer to do them one at a time. Safer for the subjects, by far, and for whichever assistant she assigned to be in the test room. But he didn't press it with Massey. It wasn't that she didn't welcome a good argument. It was that she hated cowards.
And he was afraid.
And if he hesitated, even for a second, she'd know it. And then she might make him be in there.
On the morning of the demonstration, I ran through a safety check with the head of the lab, Dr. Savic, and the lead lab engineer, Hans Longreman. Mr. Longreman assured us the test suite had been reinforced with silicone sealant and that the air filtration system was similarly reinforced.
We did a run-through of the release and gel spray down of the room. Mr. Longreman insisted that such a test was a waste of materials - that he had already tested it several times - but Dr. Savic insisted. He reminded Mr. Longreman that MORS is a substance of unknown strength and virulence. We ran the test and the foaming gel rained down and expanded almost immediately.
I was satisfied that the demonstration could be performed safely on the subjects.
Brayden and his music. It was back up again, shaking the floor. James took the baseball bat and pounded it down onto the carpet. He kept the bat by the door to the basement for this exact reason - to signal Brayden to turn down the noise.
When Massey picked the subjects from the files the warden at Leavenworth sent over, James helped. The warden had made the offer to all their lifers and all twelve of them volunteered. They all wanted out of The Castle, it seemed. But how could the inmates have known what they were getting themselves into?
Dr. Massey made the final decision, selecting them as if she were casting a play.
A giant brute for O. A guy who looked ethnic for AB - did she think he'd be more garrulous, somehow, because he looked like a gypsy? A regular-Joe-looking type B guy. For type A, a man whose skin was so white, he seemed like he might be an albino.
Dr. Savic looked over her selections. His sign-off was needed.
"This one," he said, the type O brute on the screen of his tablet. "Why so big for the O?"
"I didn't pick him for his size, per se," Massey lied. "He just seemed more dignified, somehow, than the others. I thought it would provide a good contrast when he experiences the effects, that's all."
Savic grunted his assent, massaging the scar on his jaw with his good hand. James had noticed he did this often when discussing MORS.
"You
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