09-16-2016, 10:06 PM
Middle of the night was naturally slow at Kremlin Clinical. Surgery waiting was empty but for Viktor and the few persons allowed to interface with him. He managed to catch some sleep at one point, but the shirt duration was almost worse than if he had simply stayed awake. He wasn't lacking in things to do, though. He dared not involve the heads of any Consulates yet. If the Ascendancy came out of surgery alive, the road to recovery was a very different path than if the alternative occurred, if the man died. Until they knew one way or the other, the news of tonight had to be contained.
He pinched the corners of his eyes and got up to pour himself a fresh coffee. He would prefer the hand made press from the hospital cafe, but even involving a barista was too much of a risk. Even in Kremlin Clinical, which served only the most wealthy of patients, he was likewise just as wary of every nurse, Doctor, CNA and medtech in sight.
The ceramic mug warm in his hands, he checked for new messages just as one popped up. His Under-Consul had found the man Viktor requested. A name that upon seeing it was familiar.
Jensen James. He quickly reread the rest of the registration. An American in the CCD. Former preacher. Couple years experience. Then he clicked through the attached file dug up on James from CDPS records. It seemed he had a bit of a history regarding his legal presence in the Custody. The rest of the report was quickly skimmed, and Viktor sent a message in return.
'Strike James' record from the registration. Nobody can know about him.'
A quick message back told him it would be done immediately and that CDPS was already working on locating him.
He pinched the corners of his eyes and got up to pour himself a fresh coffee. He would prefer the hand made press from the hospital cafe, but even involving a barista was too much of a risk. Even in Kremlin Clinical, which served only the most wealthy of patients, he was likewise just as wary of every nurse, Doctor, CNA and medtech in sight.
The ceramic mug warm in his hands, he checked for new messages just as one popped up. His Under-Consul had found the man Viktor requested. A name that upon seeing it was familiar.
Jensen James. He quickly reread the rest of the registration. An American in the CCD. Former preacher. Couple years experience. Then he clicked through the attached file dug up on James from CDPS records. It seemed he had a bit of a history regarding his legal presence in the Custody. The rest of the report was quickly skimmed, and Viktor sent a message in return.
'Strike James' record from the registration. Nobody can know about him.'
A quick message back told him it would be done immediately and that CDPS was already working on locating him.