01-22-2014, 07:09 PM
Perhaps she was tired. Perhaps Jacques was talking nonsense, but she had to blink a few times through that first bit of babbling. Rather than try and twist her mind around his logic, she just shook her head and disappeared.
The vials in her hand were still warm, but they needed the proper cares taken soon. So she deposited them with the technicians and made reference to the orders placed when they first arrived.
When she returned, Jacques was splayed out like he were sunbathing on the Riviera. He jerked into a more proper positioning, and Torri was once more left blinking and confused. This fellow was the Chief Executive Officer of the Legion Premiere? A company whose reputation was laser-sharp.
She returned to the wall mount and summoned Jacques' records. It took a moment's concentration to recall her latest in an infernal string of passwords, then proceeded to have the results of his tests bypass the wider databases and upload straight to the Facility. When the screen blacked out, she felt her own shoulders sigh. She had a feeling this was coming.
This time it was her turn to roll up one sleeve. She thrust a bared arm along the scanner and let it do its thing while she looked over one shoulder behind him.
"You really are an unusual CEO, aren't you? Did you just get the job yesterday?"
She looked up and down the line of him, assessing what little there was to judge. Okay, so she was judging, but he started it.
The thing beeped clear and the black screen dissolved into actual files, thank God. The technicians now had a place to upload the data, without ever seeing the results themselves - if they could even make sense of it, Torri barely could, and she supposedly the best Medical Geneticist in the army.
She pivoted fully, fixing her sleeve back in place. She crossed toward the door. "I'll take you out,"
she started and grabbed the handle. Thoughts of protocol flattened her voice again. "Once this is done, I'll give the Legion's records another comb-over, and sign off if everything is in order."
Just as she was pulling the door, it opened abruptly from the other side. Torri jerked with a start, blinking yet again, and actually a little embarrassed to have jumped in front of Jacques like that.
On the other side was revealed a woman from Special Forces. A Knight? Torri didn't recognize her, but she knew the insignia well enough. The woman's stern jaw and blunt haircut hid any embarrassment on her end, if she had any.
"Dr. Weston," the woman nodded firm greeting and turned to Jacques, "I've been instructed to escort Mr. Danjou to Mr. Vellas as soon as you were done with him."
Torri's jaw parted but she didn't speak right away. Her brows furrowed low. "And what does Mr. Vellas want with him?"
Torri laid her hands in the wide pockets of her white coat, fiddling with her Wallet. Michael hadn't sent her any messages. How could he have known what she'd done so fast? Then again, he had a blood White Knight mewling outside the door of her laboratory ready to pounce the second she was done.
The woman gave her a very flat look. "He didn't tell me, ma'am." She said through snug teeth.
She exchanged a look with Jacques, but only partly apologetic. Stay on your guard, she tried to tell him and wondered if a foreigner's intuition would match her own, baseless as it was.
"Well, I'm done then,"
and she let him go, and like any other patient, she wondered if she'd ever see him again. Most of her hoped she wouldn't. People weren't sent to her unless things rolled a long way downhill.
Edited by Torri, Jan 22 2014, 09:02 PM.
The vials in her hand were still warm, but they needed the proper cares taken soon. So she deposited them with the technicians and made reference to the orders placed when they first arrived.
When she returned, Jacques was splayed out like he were sunbathing on the Riviera. He jerked into a more proper positioning, and Torri was once more left blinking and confused. This fellow was the Chief Executive Officer of the Legion Premiere? A company whose reputation was laser-sharp.
She returned to the wall mount and summoned Jacques' records. It took a moment's concentration to recall her latest in an infernal string of passwords, then proceeded to have the results of his tests bypass the wider databases and upload straight to the Facility. When the screen blacked out, she felt her own shoulders sigh. She had a feeling this was coming.
This time it was her turn to roll up one sleeve. She thrust a bared arm along the scanner and let it do its thing while she looked over one shoulder behind him.
"You really are an unusual CEO, aren't you? Did you just get the job yesterday?"
She looked up and down the line of him, assessing what little there was to judge. Okay, so she was judging, but he started it.
The thing beeped clear and the black screen dissolved into actual files, thank God. The technicians now had a place to upload the data, without ever seeing the results themselves - if they could even make sense of it, Torri barely could, and she supposedly the best Medical Geneticist in the army.
She pivoted fully, fixing her sleeve back in place. She crossed toward the door. "I'll take you out,"
she started and grabbed the handle. Thoughts of protocol flattened her voice again. "Once this is done, I'll give the Legion's records another comb-over, and sign off if everything is in order."
Just as she was pulling the door, it opened abruptly from the other side. Torri jerked with a start, blinking yet again, and actually a little embarrassed to have jumped in front of Jacques like that.
On the other side was revealed a woman from Special Forces. A Knight? Torri didn't recognize her, but she knew the insignia well enough. The woman's stern jaw and blunt haircut hid any embarrassment on her end, if she had any.
"Dr. Weston," the woman nodded firm greeting and turned to Jacques, "I've been instructed to escort Mr. Danjou to Mr. Vellas as soon as you were done with him."
Torri's jaw parted but she didn't speak right away. Her brows furrowed low. "And what does Mr. Vellas want with him?"
Torri laid her hands in the wide pockets of her white coat, fiddling with her Wallet. Michael hadn't sent her any messages. How could he have known what she'd done so fast? Then again, he had a blood White Knight mewling outside the door of her laboratory ready to pounce the second she was done.
The woman gave her a very flat look. "He didn't tell me, ma'am." She said through snug teeth.
She exchanged a look with Jacques, but only partly apologetic. Stay on your guard, she tried to tell him and wondered if a foreigner's intuition would match her own, baseless as it was.
"Well, I'm done then,"
and she let him go, and like any other patient, she wondered if she'd ever see him again. Most of her hoped she wouldn't. People weren't sent to her unless things rolled a long way downhill.
Edited by Torri, Jan 22 2014, 09:02 PM.